Trininite

From the atmosphere to desert sand it fell as a liquid, superheated Blue/Green glass. With black, iron from the observation towers. or Red, copper from the device. Its safe to touch, I swear And If I could, Id set it in a ring and put it on her finger. Id exclaim, Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.

Compromise
Go work for the man selling coffee at Starbucks give up on punk rock.

Down and Out in Uganda

Public masturbation a psychotic break a self congratulatory circle jerk. Lets throw a parade for online activism So you made a dead man famous. but children in Vietnam still step on landmines and nothing has changed.

I Became a Boar
felt the fangs tear my gums up through my lips. I gored my friends

tore them limb from limb Watched their blood run. shuttered silently at what I had become. as gravity forced me on all fours. I kicked in my bed startled, woken. I was still a bore.

Transubstantiation
This is my body, this is my blood. but it's just boxed wine, and bread crumbs. habeas corpus a detention center nipples meet jumper cables. But it keeps us safe. The blood is in desert sands and on the hands of bullied teens. brilliant enough to tell us all it's just stigmata. I'm free to dance to the 808 drum, Julian Assange can't leave the embassy. pounding out a four on the floor beat, while we're all screaming. The dream is dead There is no resurrection

Cast Lead Redux

Gaza is ablaze and Netanyahu sways between war monger and politician He bet on the wrong horse. Let's start a war. And give a home to these explosions

Let's start a war! 'Cause I'm a sucker for a good fight1. There's too much tension in calm, after all I cant hear anything over these arm chair patriots. Its like a slap in the face. Yeah, Ive read Chomsky too. No, I dont think itll ever change. Who's occupying who? Give me the wheel and Christ I'll show you a war. 1. Scott, Aaron. "Painting By Numbers." Painting By Numbers. Marathon. 2005. MP3.

Kendall Sharpe vs. I95

Ben and I talk on Facebook About the Dulce Mesa The creatures that work inside more than human non-human They work tirelessly to split our soul, ever since we split the atom I want to slit my throat out of frustration But that would be inauthentic I dont want to die - not yet I just dont know how to live, only how to keep living Breathing But more often wheezing if only

There is a black hole in the Center of our galaxy and there is black hair in my drain from the forty five minute showers Amy takes

You went to a hurricane ravaged beach and I chewed the inside of my lip the wind, howled in my ear repeating repeating. my own insecurities that you are leaving. I can only stop hating the spaces (read: states) in between long enough to love you.