Curfew

Attraction is the distraction

Seeds planted in fertile ground

Pointing fingers there’s always 3 pointing back at you

The world is in trouble

They’re going to burn it to the ground

How many of us have to die before you realize

Don’t be the last to know

We are many, they are few. 

Now or never. 

Mothers calling.

Minced Meat (2021)

“Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.”

William Makepeace Thackeray

Passively pliable.

False prophets singing from rooftops.

Take them at their *word.

Words without action.

Words eviscerate a soul.

Words can’t move mountains.

Fragile hearts and minds.

Wiser words have never been spoken.

Murder.

She wrote.

Everything but the full kitchen sink.

Tossed the baby out with the bath water.

An American Minced Meat pie.

A Prayer

My Heart hemorrhages Father who art in Heaven

Open, open our eyes

Remove the Orange stick from our eye

His PatriRot infected our hearts

Red and Blue 

Only accountable to The Few

They let a fascist spew

As the hoarders delight

Food?

Housing?

Gas?

Healthcare?

Living Wage?

My better angel weeps

Wall Street is not Main Street

Rural does not a fascist make

And Jesus loves ALL the children

Not just me. Us.

In His Name

Heat Wave

Feeling myself

Divide and conquer

Splitting mother fucking hairs

Excuse my french?

Yellowstone

Willamette River

MOTHER FUCKING PAYWALL NYT

THE ENTIRE SOUTHWESTERN US

CHICAGO

Jacobabad

Keeping your eye on those balls?

HOUSING

FOOD
GAS

Whose back will break first?

Our mother who art in heaven

OPEN OPEN YOUR EYES

My words

Still want to taste these lips?


P.S.

DeathKKKult Barbie

You’re not getting that Dough* eyed Vogue rehab cover on this watch

Deep throat that sunshine.