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i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Cree Indian Phrophecy

Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.

- Cree Indian Phrophecy

Friday, October 17, 2008


the inexplicable explained
the unreasonable reason
this is your death
are you missing something in your life?


Wednesday, September 10, 2008


I'm sick and tired
of this plastic existence
devoid of meaning
as walls collapse around me
and whores beckon me
to join them
in their merry parade
of Paris Hilton moments

I had a vision
of the city on fire
people in a flight of panic
concrete on fire
even though concrete doesn't burn

upside down
and inside out
the world keeps turning
and I keep yearning
for something more
than passing spectacles,
false dichotomies
and the choice
between one corporate puppet
or another

I had a a vision
of buildings collapsing
and people ducking for cover
the apocalypse -
enacted upon hallways of apathy