Somerville Ave.

Like the damned streets off of Somerville Ave,
Transcendence seems to forget that it fades.
It burns out like a light bulb, disappears like electricity,
Forges new paths in the sands of the sieve.
Go off in the waves. Go off in the waves -
Drown the cruel titan that smells of all night,
Born from the trenches, released by the knife.
with all the sounds stolen from the windmill of time,
The absence of her words keep me locked in the rain
With only a candle, a vigil of remains.
And I run down the alleys of no-where
And hide in the crevices of the immortal
And kill the cruel joker who laughs at God
And knight the sad God who jokes
And heal the sick
And cure the poor
And write the next letter of the holy page
And knock down all doors
And crash down all gates
And cry to the broken space of knowledge
And believe again
So as not to forget that transcendence fades
And salvation is a street off of Somerville Ave.

Friendship

You and I, we use the same soap
To wash the same sins
That we don't believe are sins,
To keep our flesh clean and make our minds secure.
In the twenty some years that link our times
We removed our experiences for statistical logs;
Our lives grow remote, isolated, perpetual;
We become less as more becomes now.

To Us All

To run the frolicking skyclock down,
To stroke the cow's struggling grace,
To mow the last grasses of star spangled earth,
To deny all the fruits of her sad song,
Could be to strike at no fraction
Or percentage too mighty
The sweetest melody spoken so plain
In the highest valley of ever being
All along the libertine skyline
Of every pillow man's dreams.

O ye seaserpents of yellow scaled horror,
Take back thy movie theater, scum for us all.
Grant me to imply its all in the garbage
We eat that births the foul islands atop
Past trash compressed
That betrays us to the vortex boredom and regalia
Of tepid remorse.

To us all. To us all.

Blinding rat soups can will us to vote
But we're not the type for democracy's key.
O poison, fair poison, knot my stomach thrice.
Dice the nothing into small nothings,
Kid not the laughing at such great heights.
Rome shall fall,
Not one brick unturned.
All is but skylab and a joystick.
Know thy God and his face.
He's already revealed in the militias of the future.