Inside-Out Phenomena

I chalked telepathic progressing teaching fields in concrete gardens


to farm dead calls of road picketers by the stumbled railway voices


so far from realistic waste art that a bashing tumor brings


a cheap city back blood bath radioactive, old and shared.


The future drunk reasons for tired souls tied across landlines


where crows sit along and starve


have become tattooed landmarks


staring down at the loss of humanity wishing for a break in the brainwashing.


Dunn becomes the wires, a fence following drawings


underneath seasons with insane phone trees against the streets with light torches


paired in threes of fleeting sacrificial dream keys for your jeweled casket rings


when you become used for enemy funding while elites blow streets of civilian children


& multimillion slaves go about their days as if nothing is happening.


If I had everything on your wall, I'd be just as stupid and shallow


as the mop bucket of your Mexican maid laid between cracks of pavilion seats


in raunchy downtown peep theaters that matches your fake tan and veneered smile


for secluded stolen states of genocidal rein filling up my pocket notebook


of all the ignorance that I see everyday.


Shared and old, radioactive blood bath


back city cheap tumor brings bashing waste art


so far from stumbled railway voices of road picketers


to farm dead calls teaching fields in concrete gardens


chalked in telepathic progress.