To Future Icons

If you are to set out seeking
your fame and fortune
in this really cool modern world of today


I offer my sympathies
for the dagblasted mess
we have left this work area in


being younger than us
you will be wiser
and therefore
more considerate of our short-comings,
as far as this topic is concerned


We have nor make any excuses
for the savagery hacked
into the core fibers of civilization
In your youthful all-knowing
you will credit time's swift passage
as being one of our most immediate
and mortal shockpoints
while examining
our trespassings

New Change Day

we need to see the master of data mining
We need to go all true
Marie with the new rules
Flora patches and Non-Linear Editing
offering head/shots given for flu guests
Papa 6 on a single burger
It's nothing today, Santa, get my goat
The salt on the line and the type of glyph in the midst
classes hang on the it with all of you
4 cockroaches helping the whole day
It's morning when diva vampires open it up
The shower door, the little black underwear on the floor
and the roaches, rushing ceramic freeway Toyotas
as if they could somehow be more humble than robots
that's the butt of the black underwear
just live crumpled with the ship
someone else pulled out the back of the latter,
and the roaches kicking full of chemical death