Orca Stra Shion (or decline of the Western world) (Surreal) rllivesay

I laugh at life, absurd, the bird within the herd

That ducks and scatters and runs between

Dodging the hooves, interjecting a verb

Authentic existence, true in compassion, a dream

There is and there is not, and absurdity decides

But none can out-smart the soul it seems

Confusion is contagious, appears, then hides

Then mingles in disorder, completely out of focus

Turning off receptors, await ‘til the storm subsides

I am in control

Of what I let in my mind

Silence is golden

We pass through light, thoughts a thousand times faster

Thinking, making and then destroying our integrity-hymn

Plowing fields of wild peaches, not allowing worms in

Designating false flags to explode out in TV trances

Below are shifts of butternut creamed eggs fried deliciously

Ingraining our carcass in patterns of oblivion’s holocaust

Belly buttoned bullets march into the US Nazi’s homeland

Producing secret candy to hypnotize the caste of characters

No! No! says the blind man seeing the rotten smell of prisons

But then again the ads say you smell ok, brush your teeth and obey

For military science is keeping you safe from butterflies and bees

By exterminating the wrong race every day with processed food bombs

IED balloons and the tracks of your tears will replace the Samaritans

The subterranean circus broadcasts high-wire teddy bears, falling

And I will not cry before my time to atone for magic reefs rotting

It is beyond my encasement to study Egyptian tombs in Giza

For I am afraid of plateaus and webbies and bone structures

I was taught by male order brides, never accept COD’s from Ghana

For I already have a Pay Pal that writes about atrocities and pig-tales

It is nobler not to feign suspicion of governmental Cyclops’ exploding

Eating beyond their means of communication in their fur-lined vaults

They have attached the hose of Sea World to your toilet and sink

Appreciation is expected in the form of prayer mats and silver dollars

Grasshoppers munching

On derivative accounts

Hoping no one sees

Silver-backed centipedes snap the necks of unaware taxi cab drivers

While the secret of the philosopher’s stone and Coke remain with dead divers

Cover up curtain

As Americans day-dream

Hides all the secrets