If words were our weapons

consider this to be

my nuclear manifesto

maybe I am just crazy

or its this world

outside my door

that i see threw my windows

where wild things go to get lost

in a sabbatical of comfort

dreaming of a Chattanooga Choo Choo

I wondeur were all the steam trains went

as consumers conform to whatever they are sold

we arnt buying it anymore

its red rover

so send the troops over

and we will fight

with wet spaghetti

our arms resemble jello

and we sacrifice

a turkey for the feast

food for thought

so you wont go hungry tonight

why do you do what you do

and when , with who and how

what would your last words be

how would your epitaph read

all you wondering fools

phelonous philosophers

sucking the tit of pitty

and kindness

the milk is sweet

with a sour aftertaste

when face to face

absence is expanding

beyond the void of space

and dumbfound expressions

no longer stir emotion

we are digitally desensitized

and my eye’s have seen

the coming of the apocalypse

its when we lizards and snakes

shed our skin of amphibian

nature and nurture

our selves as insects

till we become butterflies

next time you stare up

at the night sky

look at the star

way off in the distance

its called hope

try to rope it down

show it around

and tell everyone

they can be galactic cowboys

when fairy tails fail

and end up rubbish

there is always pain

so you better get used to it

and not used by it

say, “Hello pain. I know you.

and I’m here to kill you”

we fall into deep sleeps

to never wake

with our mangled truth

and tangled fiction

just another good fishing spot

or an after thought

on the lazy river

of lifes expedition

it flashes like

an infinite amount

of lighting bolts

before it goes dark

after the credits have rolled

and the audience became

empty seats

and everyone has cleaned up

quit or gone home

 the tree that fell in the woods

that had no one around to here it

wrote me a letter

to tell me it understands.