blowing smoke
Minimal List
To relieve, one must first leave
I started out as a prophet
but turned into a loss
We know never enough till too far gone
It’s Taser Nation over all
with liberty and justice revocable
Sentient meat meeting scent of rent
In movies there’s always
a full moon, instant parking, and no horseshit
For sum why I’m still working lie
“Myself am hell” says Satan to the sheep
as he dons his best worsted
Owling at the moon
We have big at our fingers
do so little with it
Don’t judge out loud in print or crowd
Are we many or one? Or none?
I step in truth and scrape it off my shoe
System rigged rotten from top trickle down bottom
This is not an issue
as they say in the magazine trade
I’m a blues singer in a synth band
The man who had the first penis transplant,
did that make his wife an adulteress?
Use natural ass gas, harness the farts
Red White & Boom or read write & bloom?
fix the system, don’t blame the symptoms
Raise sin to sensation, peel feel from ground
One must fight atomic weapons, death rays
and machine mind
Don’t beat a dead hearse
End quote from a dying computer:
All men go to good earth in one eternal silent night
I know I are but what am you?
– Smith, 8.23.2016
gas is cut
