Pay You do both of you have your fine arts degrees in camouflage and kamikazes? Number A will hide behind the torpid hedge like gasoline for back up, I’ll give to you these loaner razor blade cell phones PAY YOU WITH FIRE Number Z, between bugs and rocks scrambled signals and bits and quarks and here is some acid to slip in a drink in case Cesar’s at the gallery here’s something else that’ll make him feel covered with feathers and tar PAY YOU WITH FIRE circumstances are dire that’s why we conspire wear casual attire you’ll probably perspire just act surprised when it all transpires we’re down to the wire we’re down to the wire so go ahead, blend in, there’s hors d’oeuvres and free drinks there’s red wine and tequila kamikazes but vasser ich verboten because of the benzene when opportunity arises, don’t flinch because if you gave him the chance, he’d assassinate your air I swear, this will be convenient and easy when we’re finished, Satan will be ice skating to work for minimum wage through armor-piercing, I’ll incubate between the center, which will not hold let’s be pristine in our element like hot springs or a cash machine nobody knows anybody here we don’t want the media on us like a fungus but listen, I promise you the perfect synthesis of function and style PAY YOU WITH FIRE

Zoo Zone inner-zoo (don’t know what to do) it’s like a flood while in an ark two by two except it’s not don’t know what to do inner-zoo (don’t know what to do) barely finite labyrinth of cages all meet in a Victorian courtyard with yucca plants and designer stones it’s fair-game for flaunting of some sort of prowl but it’s useless to growl wild fowl natural to the area are off limits so I watch the tv football blitz to get my kicks in my inner zoo (don’t know what to do) passive aggressive I’ve said too much animal crutch turn on the lush food for the young future dung toxic lung down another rung hides both the truth and the lies while appearing wild no refunds, no complaints, or no remittance, ever if I severed the seven levers that keep my brain under wraps I’d be the legendary character in someone’s dream escaping this one to be a flash in that one I’d be willing to pay someone for the surgery to get the razor wire electric fence out of my ambulance and then I’ll turn the key and speed to the vet I’d be willing to bet that the vet would have no ethical dilemma about working on me once I wake up from this dream

EBC a bomb could follow that and the ever expanding television screen cities pinpoint the exact site of its ten billion detonations radiating heads mouthing botox lips and teleprompted crypts a fresh template of the new cowboy archetype winding lassos around priceless moments bound to become history and the blown apart buildings and blackened sidewalks big tax breaks and downtown bourgeois lunches screaming, live (the footage is gold) how were they there already filming from the hip as it all transpired? “it’s beyond me” “move away from the fire”

neocon stomp! stomp!

Party People pt.2 My friends never returned any calls they are all long-haired maggot-infested dope-smoking idiotic human shields who seek nothing but pure power perpetrating all of this: people silenced and shut down people facing bullets [Fake cough] eyahh thugs, dictators and the like they’re all liberals, folks you’ve gotta say things they agree with Iraq: what’s that? as we speak: what’s that? bilge and drivel [fake cough] party people party square shove that down your lava lamp sit on it and turn twice oh yeah! My friends: they are failures; they have failed and don’t have meaningful jobs and curtail robust debate no way, it’s by design, it ain’t gonna happen I don’t care what anybody says, God (havin’ a cow put in his mouth) God, somehow disconnected: sockpuppet for the Clintons God, (liberal, it’s exactly what he is) intervening in the slaughter of millions protesting achievement, protesting success penalize that it’s exactly what he is if he had a brain at all John Ashcroft, obviously having his mouth filled with American dynamism probably doesn’t know God, animating him (John Ashcroft) as a sockpuppet, is willing to be used, probably doesn’t know what is the purpose of that we laugh at these people you kids don’t have a chance join us

John Wayne From Beyond The Grave is right there with you God provides you with crucial instructions each of your detractors will go straight to Hell boy, won’t Lucifer’s hands be full? you’re such a 6 shooter you’re a real straight talker those doomed liberals: ridiculous and secular each sneer of theirs will equal a trillion gazillion hot pokers where the sun still don’t shine oftentimes, nowadays, when I see you behind the podium confiding with me about the ways of the world you’re such a 6 shooter give me some of that straight talk, John Wayne I pray to the God that confides with you for an executive order to slash the cost of my Ex-Lax John Wayne no one can stop you with such orders from on high John Wayne all this supersizing is making me irregular

Party People pt.1 My friends never returned any calls they are all long-haired maggot-infested dope-smoking idiotic human shields who seek nothing but pure power perpetrating all of this: people silenced and shut down people facing bullets [Fake cough] eyahh thugs, dictators and the like they’re all liberals, folks you’ve gotta say things they agree with Iraq: what’s that? as we speak: what’s that? bilge and drivel [fake cough] party people party square shove that down your lava lamp sit on it and turn twice oh yeah! My friends: they are failures; they have failed and don’t have meaningful jobs and curtail robust debate no way, it’s by design, it ain’t gonna happen I don’t care what anybody says, God (havin’ a cow put in his mouth) God, somehow disconnected: sockpuppet for the Clintons God, (liberal, it’s exactly what he is) intervening in the slaughter of millions protesting achievement, protesting success penalize that it’s exactly what he is if he had a brain at all John Ashcroft, obviously having his mouth filled with American dynamism probably doesn’t know God, animating him (John Ashcroft) as a sockpuppet, is willing to be used, probably doesn’t know what is the purpose of that we laugh at these people you kids don’t have a chance join us

I’m Absurd pt.2 tired yet of planes and axes? Number A? Number Z? (microcosmic) submarine periscope down blend in: turn the key convenient and easy your thought balloons are overpopulated by stink lines your protons are poison say it with me now “I’d rather be a ping pong ball!” camouflage kamikazes wake up from this dream I come to you with open arms you are meine fantasy eine minuten meine fraulein after the game, I go to Wegman’s in meine Reebok and buy 3 dollars worth of Snickers I will save one just for you, my darling you are meine fantasy poison

Industrial-Strength Adhesive pt.2 manikins make babies in a moonlit display oh terra forma I understand feelings: both of them an unbroken span the hidden hand advancing (I come to you with open arms) this rotisserie is great hot girls in love promise absolutely anything as long as beside it is an asterisk leading me down to the bottom of the page or of the screen etceteras McBain! Look out! million dollar lubrication done deal hot girls in love dwindling sectors of fragmented time quit getting all Euclidean on me encourage this hypothetical brain to make its synapses fire semantic noise, harassed and tempted stickier than industrial strength adhesive