A word to the world

To set minds swirlin

What planet you on

To hear this somber song

Mouscou to Vladivostock

Tokyo to Yokohoma

And Frisco to Comstock

Audible from Russia, the Rockies and Japan

Unbelievable to be breathin in these foreign lands

Rolling to the rattle of the sword in the saddle

Easily sheathed

    but eager to unleash

frenzy with ease

Feel the teething seething of rage

crawlin around and falling down to penetrate the ground

   with loud sounds only found

in verdant fields of green

rarely seen but in a dream

Integrate the flow to educate your soul

    fill all those goddamn holes

with blunt partaking and knowledge raking

God-forsaking and faking worship of ceremonial crucibles

Burning in a lake of bottomless fire

If the spirit expires there are additional guns for hire

Waiting on the wings of Hessian kings

What whirlwinds will fortune bring

To a lass in a palace not exposed to malice

   and fallacies

        and travesties

             and tragedies

laugh at me but I can see translucently

observant like a thousand year old oak tree

Oakland stations all tuned into Raider Nation

Distractions that create factions

Another beer a few more tears

before the conundrum becomes clear

 

15 May 2004