Our March Towards the Gallows

Silhouettes and shadows

in slow moving pictures

we march towards the gallows

while clutching our scriptures

people will gather

to scream at the sun

starving and crimpled

blinded and stunned


bone barren creek beds

eyelids that blister

the sun blasted souls

of our brothers and sisters

drowning in browning

awash in the heat

we try to rise-up

but we’re stuck

to our seats


Empty grain silos

bellow in sorrow

yesterday’s gone

and so is tomorrow

black acid raindrops

clover in chains

red sun burnt babies

painted in pain


Deep-fried personas

both masons and millers

chewing on earwigs

and burnt caterpillars

trees beg for water

dead deer in the field

a skin-and-bone future

Earth’s fate is now sealed


Plenty of warnings

ignored by the masses

dancing in dust bowls

and blue greenhouse gasses

the sea starts to boil

the wind turns to fire

we gasp and we rasp

before we expire

Chrome Covered Rosebuds and Dyslexic Daisies

Chrome covered rosebuds and dyslexic daisies

Dirt-devil divas and wombats with rabies

Blue bloodless fem-bots

that drop from the sky

Misogyny dies in the blink of an eye


Dipshits in red hats with white MAGA letters

Grunge bands with new tats of Cobains and Vedders

Palm trees and face plants

a rip in the sky

Ginger loves Mary Ann’s Coconut pie


Deep-seated distrust and misinformation

Biscuits with deadbolts and sex doll inflation

Mad rants and just cants

a flask full of lies

The truth falls asleep to our sad lullabies


Sinatra and Martin, Carson and Rickles

Bone chips on blood-stained pennies and nickels

Douchebags and despots

About to ally

To map out our lives on the wings of a fly