Marbled paper

Adrift, a draft, a raft,
A stationary float,
A water color craft,
A psychedelic boat.

Shows for slaves

Shadow states
Dark empires
Set the dates
Start the fires

Silhouettes
In our caves
All we get
Shows for slaves

Dimmer every pigeon

Perception managers,
Behavioral consultants,
Family damagers,
Staging some repugnance,

Frontal lobe attack,
Numbing the incision,
Stilled our minds go slack,
Dimmer every pigeon.

Cooped within our station,
Under their submission,
Cooing as a nation,
Scripting their volition.

Mirror Maze

 

 

 

 

 

Gazing down each shallow hall

Pathways often viewed a wall,

Glimpses scattering reversed,

Perpetuate a view rehearsed,

Rocked within the mirror maze,

Where distortion warps the gaze,

Rings the mind with circled thought

Until it’s unaware it’s caught.

Walls appear to crawl

Walls appear to crawl

With televisions all

A fractured mirrored ball

Like bugs upon the wall

And rabbits ten feet tall

Drugged hallucinations

Providing excitations

To full prepare the mind

To what it’s so inclined

Fish Bowl

Here within my bowl

The sun a rounded hole

Feed me from the top

Circling I can’t stop

Endless crafted ware

Totally un-square

Bending light transmissions

One channel television

The Matador

“Don’t slow me down, I’m on a roll,

Do not disturb, my focussed soul.

I’ll chase the cape, run all about,

Repeat and spin, till I’m tired out.”

But, Mr. bull, you’re being tricked,

And in the back, your being sticked.

Ignore the cape, improve your score,

Please, focus on the matador.

He’s not your friend, that enemy,

Ignore his flair and gallantry.

Recognize his clever ways,

In bringing ’bout your end of days.

 He’s using you, against yourself,

 You’ll end a trophy, on his shelf.

He plays upon, your narrowed vision,

This a warning, you my mission.