Zero Wing
Here: all your base are belong to us
this sensational golden shower
like climate apathy acting an eating out of itself
like a capital import of me
pretending to not be fake
and Culture Will Eat Itself
yeah
Here: emancipate a global massive passivity
an elongated grand narrative; a critical pole dance
a monopoly of guitar stance remedies
of videos of nothing
Here: there be monsters, a broken string
and the bases are eating it
the culture the culture the culture
2000 years of the culture cats
the culture cats
the monster-trucks of jesus
All your base are belong to us
You have no chance to survive make your time
21 March 2007
14 March 2007
31 January 2007
collusions: this crumbling minor access road
collusions: this crumbling minor access road
here, they say, at the sunny open-pit coalface,
trickling assets set the pace of addiction
blunt fat n wet, we take rabid random stabs
at those conservative crabs
yet, according to experts, the bleeding hearts
must survive cunted poetry of champions
deconstructed, dismissed and discharged,
the drenching of a piss party hoe
a great flaccid broken cock at the wheel,
his face dented - bloated
without her wedding vase mantra we break beats
and drive, those jolly wheels - ribbons of capital
- deflated, undulated shotguns of tribe
this total breakfast of a cultural monstrosity,
a graphic bacon-footed stance, a sow in violent labour
a spanking collapse of democracy,
a crown of bitter thorns in my gaping mouth
- this clandestine automated theocracy
where money and god are one
the hot blood of millions lingers like copper
and grease, and rotted human flesh
like fuckheaded banter on amber-wash stages
at the back of this swollen tongue
and we count: a billion baked steel examinations
a wound or two in these shrill February suns
in the half-price dawnscape now,
where the (r)evolutionary colours and footpaths speak
where all but cars and koolbardie are silent
we sit and breathe each other
sedated
--
antipoet - february 2007
antipoet.blogspot.com
here, they say, at the sunny open-pit coalface,
trickling assets set the pace of addiction
blunt fat n wet, we take rabid random stabs
at those conservative crabs
yet, according to experts, the bleeding hearts
must survive cunted poetry of champions
deconstructed, dismissed and discharged,
the drenching of a piss party hoe
a great flaccid broken cock at the wheel,
his face dented - bloated
without her wedding vase mantra we break beats
and drive, those jolly wheels - ribbons of capital
- deflated, undulated shotguns of tribe
this total breakfast of a cultural monstrosity,
a graphic bacon-footed stance, a sow in violent labour
a spanking collapse of democracy,
a crown of bitter thorns in my gaping mouth
- this clandestine automated theocracy
where money and god are one
the hot blood of millions lingers like copper
and grease, and rotted human flesh
like fuckheaded banter on amber-wash stages
at the back of this swollen tongue
and we count: a billion baked steel examinations
a wound or two in these shrill February suns
in the half-price dawnscape now,
where the (r)evolutionary colours and footpaths speak
where all but cars and koolbardie are silent
we sit and breathe each other
sedated
--
antipoet - february 2007
antipoet.blogspot.com
07 December 2006
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