Night Trump was elected, punched a window out of my SUV, nearly bled out in the lawn. A friend tied off my wrist, drove me to the hospital where I received 26 stitches. Following weekend, played a show in Ojai, CA & wrote this.
Oh Hello,
There's a friend
There is the voice I thought some Lover tried to send…
I met Her once before Time knew it could bend
She tried Her best, but I still know our best begins:
"It's a little much. Can we do over again?"
>>>
Oh… Hell No
Who's womb is on a whim?
We won too
Liberté's discourse is:
"Life or limb… "
I've seen the shift, you know?
The third shift…
When everyone's been sleeping through the day that never ends
I know it's late
But Love needs a latent friend
Firing back the echo that keeps firing him
You know?
"You're fired… smoking on the third shift."
The Reich made up its mind
It's time for a cleanse
Fire with fire?
Count them out or me in
A night of broken glass is a fight I'll never win
But there it is…
There it is again
There's US... and Them
I'm seeing my reflection from an eye that I don't miss
You know?
Anybody can make a fist
But The Third is an Augustly Turd to arbitrarily dismiss
You know Judas?
Brutus?
Shoeless dancers on the ether?
Cancers landing shanked answers into Caesar
Shall I cut the cloth any deeper?
By July, we'll all miss Easter
Then…
We'll have time
When Easter meets The Fourth
The Fourth will be Aligned
If the Axis became the Reaper, Whom is You, I am?
Why here and what now, old friend?
What is I, and why can't it see?
Ayeayeaye plead the Fifth
To reassess Her rest in Peace
To bless Her silent scream for me
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Oh… Hell No
"It's never too late…"
That's that I hate
That's just the vomit from a Voice that led an ungodly Shepard to say…
Do you know? Do you know, my friend?
I've thought about it much, and I can't think it all again
Is it too late?
Is it too late?
Love still needs a bastion of Hope to procreate
I know Her and Hell.
I know them both well
I've been wishing water would mend the coins I couldn't meld
But I won't whine
I won't complain
The Mother of my Lover sees a tunnel at the end of the light
Copper can only turn greener with brine
Father of my liver learned to walk on alter wine
A frozen river of shared misery
Will not break Her Will the love of company
For every penny that shines with me
We're becoming ninety-nine senseless Dreams
For every dollar a blue collar bleeds
We live for the loving accompaniment
She liveth for a shared mind
And hell hath cometh
If Love must plummet
Love shall be wrung up with twine
Hung by the nails for which He binds
Breathe in…
Breathe in, my friend
Lean in, and leniency will glide
The only way to free him is to let Her be His guide
Her noose is callow
Shoot the twine with an arrow
However wide
However narrow
He must lead the noose like a turkey leads a sparrow
When the Eagle cries
What's left still has the right
To see the torch as not a guise
Let her torch not cast a shadow, and let her crown not pass a crime
"Mother Liberté, send me a sign."
To hear our Founding Fathers' Word in kind
I'll take His word with a grain of salt
And copper turns green with brine
I'll take His word in hindsight
But don't you fucking dare tread on mine!
I've fought the worst of you
I know where Seven K's meet their Essssss
My God is tortured, but my ears are blesssed
And God only knows how I've kept my eye out for this
Blind thine
Turn this godforsaken water into wine
Cower?!
To whom is Empowered
We pay the soldiers in rum
Our Eiffel Tower is a lady dressed in cum
Shall I run?
Call my lady a Cunt?
We shall overcome
Shall I tread the water as it turns to ice?
Or shall I let the light of Mother Liberté shine?
Call out the hack!!!!!
His ice will crack!!!!!
We MUST walk over the tears that blind our salted shrine
Green… My newlyweds…
Shine.
Liberté
Shine.
Love
Shine.
Thought?
Shine.
till? Moonshine.
Our Love is just the dusk of all the tears we've shed
Do you know?
Do you know, my friend?
I've thought about it much, and I can't think it all again
One leg for the time, and another boot for you to shine
We'll cater to the rustbelt
I've felt the solitude and shame
I herd all-knowing consciousness, and I think it's heartfelt
I take her accountancy at face value
I'll walk on ice for all whom wait
If all whom love Love…
If they…
If They…
Could only love to hate Hate
I could point my latent finger yonder back-t'ward the Pearly Gates
I'll tend the flock of fickle farces
I'll pretend that I am fake
Fuck the Wolf.
Fuck the God who made that godawful shape…
Fuck the Love that left the time that left That space
Fuck the world that my Mass must displace
Oh, hello you fucking Whore
Put another dirty needle in my veins
I've done this before
And I've been tamed
I've died of your cancer, and I've died in Eighty Aids
I'm uncertain that I'm positive
But I know blame
I've never been a stranger to Rage
Is it He?
That dude never sleeps
He's the One…
Is He the One?
Yep.
He's the guy on duty when there's no one else to blame
You know that guy…
Oh, hello Goodbye
He's the one that never cleans the vomit from the meal nobody ate
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Oh, hello.
Someone say, "Voice?"
I found her cradled in an Osprey's kiosk
Rocky mountain hoist
Voice?
When in doubt, don't heed the noise
Strike a poise, end with the greeting that begins:
"I highly recommend…
The sound of a good friend"
I'll even lend the hand that amends the hand that points
Any fucking hand can make a fist.
What did my fingers miss?
The central nervous system sent
Its shadow to Narcissus
Fucking hell is dripping down my wrist
His Sun sent the message, and I missed it
But I found One in the Love of the Omits
Time itsElf is greeting "O" with this:
Mass displacing ohms replacing shit
What I can't get over is every sound that meets its deflection with a grin
When I see the finger in my reflection, I see a friend
I hear a greeting, and that greeting whispers… "Bliss"
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Oh, Hi.
Goodbye again.