the writing on the back of the brain

that we are suckers for a Mask of doubie yak

that the tube is the pinnacle of this transient experience

Our Father among the Angeis is a silver dollar

& a suitcase of red white & blue coupons

that the immigrant & his offspring bought into the Barker's bag of trinkets lugging his Class on his bent shoulders forgetting the genesis of Labor

that the Past is an archeology of daguerreotypes there's only the Deal & a mirror for the ego it all begins with me I'm the here the world is my crotch & my jukebox

I'm going for the Megabuks the cream of the crumbs fuel the hatred for the Welfare free loaders all out liberty for the Super Poop by hook or crack it's the one on the escape route

Government of the Rich, by the Rich, for the Rich disemboweling the ill fed, ill housed, ill treated is the blind Buffalo's are you better off & here we go again with I'm my brother's keeper

police the globe

for an ideology of plunder

from the fear of another's superior democracy

& a fair distribution of the Goods

Hitler had the majority in Life & Death an economy of the military braggadocio

follows iimbb into the Holocaust

by Cod, gurte, guts, ? my Country tis of Me

the earth is a stepping mountain for Star Wars dont question the Pentagon the Neutron Bomb is the Immaculate Salvation & so is the next universe waiting for our apparitions

the soul's vacant lot

The guitar's my extra cock & cocaine's my soul mate after me fuck Alpha Omega

unions are deadend alleys

there's no one & nothing to believe in

stay with the dog-track & the rat-race

blessed is the Divine Right's royalties energy's the summons for profiteering or a stroke of fame & fortune

love is the length of my rod

& the depth & control of her round muscles

for blowing out the routine

even making it new is a leftover

words are shot down, buried, & re-mated

the image is a reflection of an echo

rare vision for an Infant

or a replica of the parents

unless I'm on top I have fumbled the ball

competition is the yeast of success

no one exists till you meet them

center & circumference have a void between mem

suicide is a broken window Spirit & Matter are back to back education's perpetuating the Hierarchies

force comes with the Father's threat

haunted & hounded by the same

the ache of emptiness is a ioneiy place

Stale Supper

brotherhood is boring & sisterhood is narcissus be grateful Death is a crock of surprises

the invisibles are insideout

the atmosphere's a fall-in of ennui

Sovietski's a green coconut among the sunrise nations the Almighty made a America first

Religion's bread is mouldy the Word goes begging in the marketing

Faith has no partner

will this solar system be sucked into the Black Hole

Sex is the seminal commodity property's the real Bank

kneel to the dictates of Chief Near Sight blessed are the wide-awake sleepers

— Vincent Ferrini