How to jumpstart an automobile with nothing but your good looks


Speak into the microphone
belch out something proud
let our existential vomit flow.

Burst out like a bastard of disgrace
erupting violently and painfully dull
this taste that lingers-
we are reminded not to forget,
requested not to make these same mistakes a repeat.

It is not supposed to be pleasant,
it is not supposed to taste fresh,
it is a lesson in release.

There is always the cleanup to address
can’t we leave it to the patriarchs and matriarchs?
To the help that has crowned themselves our fathers and mothers?
We have outgrown this luxury through self-deprivation via cynicism.

Lets forget something now
what should it be?
what should we neglect?
lets make it something important this time, again
lets expose ourselves to oblivion
lets drive this horse drawn carriage over the cliff
lets let the horses scream as horses scream
and we will forget their screams, screaming in our ears
their time is come to an end
their screams will be over at the proper instant.
This is our shining moment to forget.

Reliability is not dependable,
we cannot waste our efforts in assumptions
that things will work out
as if orchestrated through a mischievous higher plan
the pantomime of a man-child’s good intentioned hand.
We must learn to love the putrid and the absurd
we have to embrace the twisted and the ill
we must gladly make love to the menacing.
These are the metrics that gauge our questionable success’


This is how we learn
with theoretical flames
sharp sticks and electric currents
to motivate and stifle alike
alighted now, twitching at the cues
we jump and perform.

We are actors now.
We are real now,
and we can walk down the streets and wave our hands
and smile with our mouths.
The neighbors are watching
lets pretend to be more than real
this is where we consume ourselves
into the maws of simulation.

This is the machine where we go crazy
this is the machine where we investigate  
this is the machine of self-mastication.

This is the moment of discontented contention
this is the moment of controlled chaos.

This is the street of motion and giggling
this is the street of blatant automobiles
this is where we look both ways before we cross.

The sounds of horns honking
warn of our impending demise
hello, goodbye, lookout, splat!

Its been nice to compliment your pedestrianism
effortlessly through the front grill,
been nice to make your acquaintance 
pierced through the windshield.

please rewind me
the noise within my head has become reverse
speed aided tendencies
disabling; to facilitate higher functions
pain of urges and persistent grindings.

Later, sober annotations manifest substance spirituality 
as we stumble upon a purpose.
I’d just like to thank the weight, standing on my soul.


            The night we heard this
	dancing naked
	when the money is needed
	it had all been spent.
	Left to dance on tables
	that were not our own.
	Left cold, broke and alone
	hoping to be reminded
	not so late that
	this is how it should be
	Subversive Nobility
	shooting up bare-chested
	lotus style
	in a dirty kitchen