When The Dump Burns Again

I’ll stay out here with you when the dump burns again

We’ll all be together when there aint no more MacNuggets

Still be by your side when all the Wal*Marts close down

And we’ll shuffle off to nowhere on streets with no traffic

We’ll sit and just watch as the next sandstorm approaches

Marvel at the difference with so many less people

May god bless us and keep us in merciful ignorance & poverty

And, lo, I will come fetch you when this rodeo’s over

Ask for me where every moonrise looks quite upside down

Walk with us to enjoy a bloody red, slaughterhouse sunset

Help us stack this old cardboard into our newest shelters

Laugh with us when we realize nothing will ever make sense

Give up your privacy for our sacred national security

Grab a place in any new line without even first asking why

He’ll be back soon – and He’ll be bringing us money & hope

But for now, just watch them parade til the dump burns again

Up above, colorful balloons will still keep us amused

Then it’s off to California with our guns and old bible

We’ll guzzle factory spring water & toss away the plastic bottles

We’ll kill for our god cause He said the infidels must pay

My sister is a saint but your mothers are all dirty whores

Off in the future, I often hear the grandchildren curse us

Stay back from the windows cause they’re still throwing bricks

See the dump burn again from our pink plastic lawnchairs

We’ll sleep in old SUVs & gnaw rancid Slim-Jims

I’ll shoot first and ask later, if I hear anything move

We’ll wonder with others what happened ta them Hollywood stars

It wont be too long fore none of the kids read at all

We’ll finally get away from them intrusive over-regelaters

But when we ransack the stores, the stuff sure does stink

We’ll fight over Twinkies but we wont find no more beer

Tell us again how sweet your big shiny pickup once sounded

When the dump burns again we’ll scatter like some uncovered bugs

But, there’ll be no time for sorrow with so much blood on our hands

We’ll stone those furtive CEOs who led us astray in fine suits

And the kids just won’t stop asking – Do we all really live only to suffer?

A Silent and Empty Darkness

After one very brief and flashy little leap, we all simply fall back into that eternally unconscious void

No eyes to ogle any of their oh-so wondrous latest offerings

No more ears to be tingled by even the most of those lilting advertising jingles

Nor any of their hypnotizing colored lights to be seen at all

No voice left to spout one last meaningless sports stat, movie line or rap lyric

No longer will anyone hear your so very smooth pitch for overpriced dream homes

No implanted marketing illusions can ever penetrate your undefined point in the void

No blind lusting after the latest New & Improved, anymore, ever again

Nevermore to asskiss, backbite & shoulderclimb towards furtively-anonymous corporate glory

No more braying with that loudly-drunken laughter, far too long after midnight

No longer to mass hallucinate some fanciful personal savior’s voice, inside an otherwise empty head

Never again to suffer from that painful envy over someone else’s latest purchase

Nor any upward mobility, whatsoever - For there are no directions at all in that boundless emptiness

No cinematic tears or canned laughter can ever stir your so quickly-evaporated emotions

No more boring holidays with that dysfunctional, blended family

Not a single witless meme can you snarkily help to unconsciously viralize

No longer a need for all those Big Boy petro-toys to keep you so very fully and so lamely distracted

Nevermore any of those oh-so senseless Corpro-Sport cash cow Big Games to impatiently await

Not once more to read even one juicy Hollywood headline to bandy about over coffee

No more poisoned pounds to gain while flopping about heavily on that overloaded old couch

Not even one more truth-twisting paid soundbite will you be able to uncritically parrot - ever again

No way to pimp any more highly-innovative, morally-bankrupt financial investment innovations

No way, or duty, to remember such important priorities as birthdays, anniversaries & tax deadlines

Not the faintest memory left, even if only to be quickly forgotten, from your precious tho wasted life

None from the pettiest to the noblest of any of your few, though quite muddled, thoughts remain

Nevermore to suffer even the slightest double beef-bacon-cheeseburger hunger pang again

No longer to strive valiantly to save time – All that time which you never got to spend, in any case

No unquestioned patriotism left with which to defend our exceptionist nation’s precious sovereignty

No agonized, childlike waiting for all those quickly-forgotten & thoroughly-wasted weekends

No longer to be plagued by that vast liberal media conspiracy striving to nanny your very thoughts

Not even one brand of comical religious control fantasy available to artificially comfort you

No more everlasting love to be proven once again, with costly diamonds & vapid luxury cruises

No longer able, or ever again needing, to put off those frightening questions that actually mattered

No Happily-Ever-After to re-finance one more time, with no money down

Yes, never again to emerge from a guaranteed absolutely dreamless & commercial-free, eternity

Thinking Like The Snow

With every single breath we take, we inhale a single molecule from Caesar's last breath - www.hk-phy.org

So, soon enough I’ll be thinking like all the other snowflakes as we drift gently down in all directions

Yes, and as long as the wind still blows, I’ll be wandering happily within it, everywhere it goes

Searching out dark corners to illuminate along with the many rays of sunlight arriving with the Spring

Circulating with the great ocean currents in the grand pursuit of some unconscious enlightenment

See me roil in wild and muddy Spring torrents, for I shall increase their fury from within a single drop

Even then I will also help to create the brooding silence that rules in that vast & dark boreal forest

Quite soon now I’ll share the wisdom gained by winter storms as we cross that one vast world sea

I’ll internalize patience in my time spent as a molecule locked within a billion year old granite rock

I’ll become an experienced cosmic voyager traveling with photons, right on up to the speed of light

You’ll see me get all excited, taking thrill rides inside of shooting stars, even as you wish upon them

The ignorant pride in my own uniqueness will vanish as I take a number alongside every grain of sand

I’ll practice a true humility flowing underfoot, down littered streets, carrying away their filthy runoff

I will be reborn once again as the tiniest part of those meaningful dream images drawn in the clouds

Participating in the miracle of photosynthesis within a blade of grass, I will, at last, go truly green

Just so, will you inhale me right along with the mercury emissions of your beloved coal powerplants

And watch me blow away right along with all the litter we so guiltlessly discard for others to enjoy

I am certain never to feel lonely being the very smallest part of your echo in an empty desert canyon

I’ll witness the great spectacle of infrared, xray and gamma radiations in their full natural splendor

No longer will I need to clear my mind of petty distractions in a struggle to realize that great Tao

And the end of our solar system will, at last, liberate me from the bonds of earth’s puny gravity

The effects of my life will spread outward like the echo of the Big Bang - both chemically & socially

And though they slowly attenuate forever, they can only asymptotically approach absolutely nothing

And anyone I contact, directly or indirectly, spreads my mindless influence at near the quantum level

I’ll be looking out thru your eyes and seeing everything, without the need to perceive anything, at all

But, in time, I become part of the background noise, inseparable, yet helping mask the real signals

Some day physicists might detect my presence…just as they located the ripples from the Big Bang

But then I won’t be in such a state as to have any need, or even the ability, to consciously respond…

Still, the light in my eyes travels on, independent of the darkness to which I returned, so long ago

Watch me thrive with the young and perish with the old without a trace of joy - Or the slightest fear

Hear the sounds I bring and see the images I help comprise, for I am part of any meaning you derive

I will participate in chemical reactions both great and small and shall not fear any long-term effects

But, toxics that I so casually dumped will long ripple thru the ecosystem & up & down the food chain

See me reincarnated in that line of sunlight across the center of a perfectly breaking Hawaiian swell

I will celebrate great victories even as I mourn terrible losses…though never knowing any difference

Morality will not concern me for I will be part of everything that’s good and bad - Absolutely equally

It’s only that I just won’t know who I am, where I’m headed or where it is, that I have ever been…