Dizzy

Jazz running shark skin backwards against me
Afro-Carribean Comatose, paranoic
It's as if there's always something I'm missing
and the persistence of the drumbeat belies some sort of horrible disaster
Horns shattering calm Ohio heat and the future rolls away with the final crescendo

The second coming is a b-side on a compilation of larger, more dramatic works.
I see that now.

In the somewhere of the past, smoke-filled catacombs still resonate from the explosions,
and the ghosts of soul scatting backwards at the masses
They would be considered terrorists if they were here.
I see that now.

Forever-Tomorrow Bee War

an army of Bees

with an arsenal of
Shame
scheming...
They Know we Know

the stratagems of the hive mind
seamless and unflawed, tested
by countless articulation within
the genes.

Their Singular Awareness
has factored the fractioning
of human factions

They are of A mind to destroy us.
(1)
an army of Bees
scheming.
They will have our flesh hexagonal
by sundown.

They know(theothers,mostpeople;all encompassing sight prioratization), They are Jocular

The future is wheezing dischordant
beneath the static of rain-pour
Jangling it's way all a-shamble
down the street. Appearing
possibly to be a bum or
vagrant. Sea rupture red-nosed
despite apocolyptic wit and daring
in the midst of a harrowing
shift within the movement of
the plot, shifting tectonic drama
encapsulated moon-struck wanderlust
and then yet again the breathing
(and only the breathing) comes
purchased roughly from unforgiving
air and the dilation begins to
wane. Fissure in consciousness
forsaken, we are fruitfully
embersome.