Sunshine

The sun’s a jilted jezebel jumping for your throat
It doesn’t matter how we built it- at least we filled the moat
Your lungs are wilting crevice cells drunk with halted hope
Chip chafed chatter

C a resses

Your
M o uth

with cotton

Conversate

They sat as I sat
S a l i v a t i n g
over the smallest
I d e a l s
They spat as I spat
E n u n c i a t i n g
Under the tallest
M i n d -w h e e ls

Devour

The crocodile slithered onto the bank and approached a man in cardboard-stiff starched khaki clothes. The man jumped instinctively but then he recognized that the animal meant him no harm and sat down cross-legged and began speaking to to him.
"Why've you come out of the water sir?"
"Give me reasons why I wouldn't have."
"If you're capable- I don't see why you shouldn't. It just seems strange, you don't really belong here."
"By what standard?"
"Nature's."
The crocodile dismissed this statement with a wave of his scaled hand and slunk over to a nearby antelope.
"Watch this."
The crocodile tapped the antelope gently on the shoulder. The antelope recoiled initially but the n looked on at the reptile in a friendly manner.
"Will you be participating in the chain today?"
The antelope nodded sweetly, and the crocodile instantly suffocated the animal in a blur of lacerations. Bloodied and victorious the crocodile turned back toward the horrified man, with a lethargic displaced look in his slit eyes.
"That is nature's standard. So I will be rejecting at every moment I can."

Corruption

Your five-legged fantasy of followers has just become disfigured
and it's writhing and it's wailing about how you've treated it
But you just preach on
Fuel all your addicts until cleverness ensues
What delightful disasterous dogma my friend
There can be no attractive absolutes but the seductive end
The skies are sobbing and heaving as they're grieving
How you've decided to blend
Truth
with
Appeal
Your philosophy is an uncouth meal of steal and deceitful deals

Battle

Ten thousand of the horde couldn't afford to deny the lord any longer
So as they marched through cream colored streams, their muscles so lean they pondered the path of the warmonger
To whom the pledged frightened obedience in the form of their swords
There womb was a ledge of light and they saw the sense in the scorn of that chord
Of buzzing hope, that had become a joke amongst the ranks
Does he tote that mace and chain because he is yoked or to emphasize thanks
Toward the general of gravel who has march so long even he has forgotten, the rotten roots of their effort, as if he and the fleas of fantasy he commands have digressed into more
By destroying themselves, they've become blessed to the core.

Then

There was a waltz that I wove with every car that I drove
A mad sad little slide that dove
Into every battered clove of stability,
every slathered grove filled with mildew beads.
I was in the tapping of that nervous finger
I was in the vocal trappings of that worthless singer
The dance has an inflection of insatiable instability
Yet their feet punch the ground
And your wrists kick the air
Crunch up your crown
And lift it from your hair
this ammicable arriviste
Is my appicable, cylical mind feast.