Friday, September 18, 2009

twentytwelve



Will The Revolution be fiery today

or is it creeping every bumpersticker obliviant alive breathing LA on fire
that city's so dirty id rather smoke cigarettes than breathe their shit burning aire
and it's not a question of whether it will happen, or when
but, how


you can dig a hole so deep but there will always be an end
 you find the other side
or you died of loneliness in a hole
there is an end


Even if the revolution consists
 of the earth taking charge, and paying us back for the wasted time
energy,
dirty sheets
takes matters into its own hands and mouth
like a hooker on a long stint too deep,

There is no means to an end, carpe nocturne


Who cares if the revolution is televised
when revolution
you wont be sitting watching
 safely at home on your tacky couch and tivo.








listening to: Mariachi El Bronx. yess