mama cried
Posted: July 14th, 2018, 5:35 pm
fly like the blackbird missile of a dying dream
zoom like the dark spiral nights of fading desire
wind your way through the dirty molasses morass
ears cleaned with organic Q-tips dipped in gasoline
let it rain like a shaman's tears
taste the salt of life as we remember it
swing the molecular dancers 'round and 'round
fingers laced like the oneness of limping hope
listen for the the group-thought echoed,
eat from earthen bowls of burnt orange wood,
the magma cannot wait any longer for us,
she is the ejaculated truth
formed in the forked crust of abusive pies,
ancient wanderer's eyes, Too Many Lies !
the quake is on, the tempest has risen
Pompeii exiles have arrived in an Uber
to teach the fire dance while alternative facts melt
like fools-gold in the supernova sun of destiny
mama's breath needs more than a peppermint
you know you can't ignore her weeping soul
you see the spider-veins in her wobbly legs
mama, don't let your babies grow up to be oilmen
don't let them good ole boys spread the pig shit
like a blanket of denial, whoa....all that cow shit
horse shit, chicken-shit....oh say can you see it all
the Methane Monster tromps down like Godzilla
on a little walk through Manhattan, crushing
everything in sight....there are no flowers left
in the Greenhouse, only the gases of overdose
and there's not enough Narcan in the EMT's bag of tricks
Not enough Ice in the once mighty mountains of frozen water,
Not enough Rain-forest to camouflage our wet cheeks
zoom like the dark spiral nights of fading desire
wind your way through the dirty molasses morass
ears cleaned with organic Q-tips dipped in gasoline
let it rain like a shaman's tears
taste the salt of life as we remember it
swing the molecular dancers 'round and 'round
fingers laced like the oneness of limping hope
listen for the the group-thought echoed,
eat from earthen bowls of burnt orange wood,
the magma cannot wait any longer for us,
she is the ejaculated truth
formed in the forked crust of abusive pies,
ancient wanderer's eyes, Too Many Lies !
the quake is on, the tempest has risen
Pompeii exiles have arrived in an Uber
to teach the fire dance while alternative facts melt
like fools-gold in the supernova sun of destiny
mama's breath needs more than a peppermint
you know you can't ignore her weeping soul
you see the spider-veins in her wobbly legs
mama, don't let your babies grow up to be oilmen
don't let them good ole boys spread the pig shit
like a blanket of denial, whoa....all that cow shit
horse shit, chicken-shit....oh say can you see it all
the Methane Monster tromps down like Godzilla
on a little walk through Manhattan, crushing
everything in sight....there are no flowers left
in the Greenhouse, only the gases of overdose
and there's not enough Narcan in the EMT's bag of tricks
Not enough Ice in the once mighty mountains of frozen water,
Not enough Rain-forest to camouflage our wet cheeks