The Moth

flitting from building to building, window to window, it’s ashen wings
spluttering in the night air,
the moth, possessed by the call of electricital filamentation,
visits us, in our balcony smoking, speaking of the chemicals which rush
through our connections, together, smashed off the grappa.
we fall silent for a moment in the pause between a sentence, watching it
swirl amongst us, wings, flapping beyond the rate of our visual intake,
illumined in the fall of the living room light through the window.
somewhere in our physical systems, are we, too, drawn by manufactured
warders of what-we-can’t-see with the same urgency?
(we drive out to the vast silent darkness of the deserts to fill it with
pulsing lights, neon tubes a-swirl, the steady blinding throb of our
city’s noise)

in the space between the flickering in which nothing can be processed,
what crevices do our souls file into?

the moth’s own organic purposes betrayed, it stumbles like a drunk through
the by-ways of our hidden lives, alleyways barred with the business of

A ghost,
a leftover of the past, the moth
spends its short life fractured in confusion,
hypnotized by an oscillating light sealed behind glass,
a life consumed with a certain death.


Welcome Home

it was, quite simply, a case of mistaken identity. i had never before seen such detrimental stars in the sky. my halitosis was complete. but wheeling around, back and forth, was the mystery of and and therefore. silence of the nubile localization factories.
“Blood wells up like silent lake flood down the sterile corridors,” remarks Zinorth, the alien tainted Caveboy. i knew that gerrymandering was inappropriate then.
i slabbed on a side of dill and it mixed surprisingly well.
krakatoa? is it a place? a verbal presence, plosive? sprayed ions of suggestive myth?
put the bucket down the well. draw the bucket up.
put the bucket down the well. draw the bucket up.
once acclimated appropriately, one begins to see trails of all things that move beyond vision into the foliage of existence. be still for a while, city, shut off your electricity. mediate in your void.

what happened to the dinosaurs?

i drew a line in the sand and slept fervently, but you can imagine with what dreams–neon flavored free radicals at every corner, licorice intoxicants line dancing in the darkness, Valerie the saint thumbing down the road (don’t ask). when i woke the sky was purple, like deep sea purple, when you descend from the green. i could still see Venus, a gleaming eye of a deep sea predator, beckoning from the distance. i kettled up the locusts for the day, honey baked stew. it was time for action, whether it was me or someone else in my place.
“All is one in infinite sparkling wave movement eternal,” mantra’d barren headed Nate from his stool. what seems true, i’ve learned, is only a shuttling of data to the next spool. part of the process is letting accumulated wisdom go. farewell, sweet Jesus


ok, so i apologize, but i think it’s about time i went off on a rant. i feel the need to be righteous, to be holy, to declare the boundaries of good and evil. i figure that if W. Bush can declare to the world, via public television, without any apparent shame or hesitation, that certain countries constitute an “axis of evil,” then i too can declare what is right and what is wrong.
i try to think of our future, and it doesn’t seem so bright. it seems full of cancer and dementia and nuclear holocaust. what kind of future does a people have when they are feeding their own children filth?
it seems so obvious that it’s almost disgusting. in our public schools, think about what kind of food they are serving our children. Taco Bell. Pizza Hut. Hostess. Coke. Doritos. This food is absolute shit. It’s sugar and synthetic syrupy crap. Do you even want to see a chart of the obesity levels of our children, of how it’s increasing? Few is the child whose parents have the time and resources to prepare a healthy lunch. And those few most likely have rich parents. All the kids who eat cafeteria food are poor. And cafeteria food is disgusting, and i don’t just mean in how it tastes.
So you’ve got all these kids eating this junk in the very institutions that are supposed to be “educating” and edifying. Hell, we even offer junk food as rewards. Do this, we tell Jimmy, and we will give you a donut, or a pizza.
And so some public official or school administrator with some piece of sanity left in their head decides to try offering some healthier food.
”Let’s give them apples,” they say, or “let’s have a salad bar.” And of course, all the apples end up in the trash. And the salad bar remains full.
Oh, the taxpayer’s dollars are being wasted. But these kids are certainly buying up the Hostess cupcakes. “Let them eat cake.”
So where’s the bottom line? The kids buy the junk. So the kids eat junk.
And now let’s think of why the kids eat this junk. Ever drink soda for any length of time? Ever try to stop drinking it? Yeah, it’s addictive. So is junk food. McDonald’s, Hostess, Doritos, who do you think they market all their junk to? Children. Anyone who will buy that crap and eat it on a regular basis. Hell, it “tastes good.” Right? Well, if that’s all you eat all the time, try eating a well cooked meal. Probably doesn’t seem so great. Where’s my Big Mac? Because if all you’re eating is addictive shit, then of course you’re not going to eat that fucking shriveled little apple they put on your tray along with the oily nasty goop of the day.
So the corporations of junk food have a nice little destructive cycle going on. That’s great. They’re making money off of the processed hooves of cows. I don’t mind their ingenuity. But I do mind the fact that millions of people are eating this shit every day, and that a good percentage of these people are children. Children are growing. Children need nutrients, just like a plant poking out of the soil. They need Real Food. They need fruits, they need vegetables. And we’re feeding them McDonald’s. Am I the only one who thinks this is not only insane and disgusting, but just downright evil?
And all we’re thinking about is what they’re buying. We want these kids to do well in school? We want them to score well on achievement tests, to go to college? Fuck, why don’t we just feed them some fucking good food first before we even think about any of that shit!
Ok, but it doesn’t stop there. We’re feeding them all this shit, and they’re addicted to eating this shit and wouldn’t even eat good food if you put it in front of them because it isn’t synthetically processed and chemically charged, and they’re getting fatter and fatter and fatter. And what are these kids doing for several hours of the day, every day of the year? They are watching television. And what do they see on television, besides the advertisements for If You Don’t Get It All Over The Place, It Doesn’t Belong In Your Face, and Brittany Spears whoring for Pepsi? They see beautiful people, they see thin, airbrushed made up beautiful people. Desirable people. People who they would like to be. But these kids look nothing like that. For one, they are fat. And fat people are always the butts of all jokes on tv. For another, they are not immaculate and beautiful, not in the strictly superficial sense of money making. And they are not desirable. Who desires these kids? We feed them shit. You think that makes them feel desirable?
And so what kind of mentality does this create? It creates a mentality that makes you want to go out and eat some more of those Hostess cupcakes, dammit, that’s what it creates. It’s a sick, destructive cycle. And it’s evil!
what is the bottom line? the bottom line is money. the bottom line is that our schools, our businesses, and our governments are concerned not with the welfare and betterment of our species, but with money.
this is wrong. something is wrong here. shouldn’t schools be concerned with the health of our children, both emotionally, physically, and mentally? shouldn’t our businesses be concerned with the social, physical, economic ramifications of their actions? shouldn’t our governments be concerned with the well-being of its constituents?
we’re ruining our future, we’re sealing it off like a Zip-Lock baggy. maybe it’s time we started calling out evil for what it is, and fighting for what is good. for what is healthy.