Adverse, revert, toxic inaction

Plague spreader of a wide-eyed paradigm

Under bright lights we dance and play

The days far spent, though we never cared anyway

Toy and fancy drew us away

Vibrant flickers and wave of hand

Magicians wrought slaves under the great tin man

Profit they did and idols we made them

Puppet strings have long drawn out

Mannequin all men became, on fishing line a fishing game

Reel to rule, lust over love, meaning gone…

No more speaking of

A priesthood of provocateurs, spawns of serotonin shamans

Evocative in power, summon your master, shower his praises

Kept lies to smile, feel something within

Dismay delayed, vision is sin

Deride truth and look no further

Future is now, our own lives we murder

The Sacrifice has been demanded, payment past due

Tab put toward blood rituals to please panopticon

We’ve made it here, New Babylon



Art. Artist. Critic. Adoration

An analysts’ autoerotic fixation

A penny for a life devoid of patron

Pick up the pieces, pedestal placement…

…of a poor life glanced over

Auteur we found!

A saint we made him!

Canon by rich man’s sick amazement

Gone the maker, but still I stand,

to profit off this woeful man

The worse he was, the wonders better

Resurrected to wares by archon peddler

Oligarchs ensnare a child’s vision;

groomed to become artifact derision.

Unfair, unfazed, the cycle goes onward

Begat of trial or wealthy wiles

We etch ornate tombstone tiles




Feel it’s tight grip upon your heart;

From sullen stomach it rises.

Finger-tips to toes it goes rending soul and flesh

Panic states and past mistakes lead ye unto death


Problems few, worries ado in plain view that is clear

Yet, conjuring comes to minds replete with joyous wonders

Overwhelmed, underwater, sunk or seemingly fine;

is where this phantom sets his face to dine


Dine he does, devour, destroy

Despair arises, life is void

Fill the hole, quench your thirst;

but bottomless you’ve become


That Goddamned phantom!

Every corner he lurks!

Your seeming eyes suffer at every turn;

You see him there


God he has become, ascended to the most high place in you

Served lies for solution, parched, accepted

Ego death to be assumed lest the real be prompted

Die to self, be filled, or yourself will do the dying




Is it a lack of faith?

An impatience grows

ever greater, yet, slowly…


We journey forth stuck, alone

‘till fear or death bring us home

Laud the unknown, laud the worry


Lord and us to test

quicken us, hurry

lest we dally in dreams


“Lead us not into temptation…”

yet us fools lead lives to chasten

Forsake us not, forgiveness aplenty…


…for those who ask and seek his mercy

Gone away for we have been

only to be found in love, again