Culling Time

A bouquet of barely boiled flesh fills the air
And invades the nostrils
Grabbing hold to each cilia
Yanking and prodding its way through the olfactory system
Wisps of bright white feathers flutter in the breeze
Slowly drifting away, littering the grass
Like snowflakes on the freshly mown lawn
As each quill is plucked from its home
And cast into a monstrous grey bucket
The knife wielder appears
Slashing through the soft, hot skin
Crimson splatters slowly drown snow white feathers
And the place reeks of death and disappointment

Abandoning Rationalization

Mounted high, inconspicuous contraptions capture still images of lovers and burglars alike. In a world where we can't get past our differences, we have been able to agree on one thing: humanity is dangerous. People bring problems, cameras maintain security, government provides all. More cages are erected to hide those deemed unsuitable for our Utopian society. Out of sight and out of mind. Problems dissipate and disappear right before our eyes as scrolling teleprompters bring us truth: humanity's still dangerous, surrender to the eye!

Actualities Effectuate Alienations

an extreme aversion to an immersion of some undeniably grotesque reaction to the concoction of the abstraction now deemed society lends itself nicely to other peoples predisposition to label their environmental agents in an effort to provide themselves with neat, concise images and definitions for simplicity in an overly complicated worldview. like doppler radar, everything repeats itself as it inevitably inches farther off the green screen, further out of sight. suddenly, no one will remember that anything was forgotten and the saga of this age shall proceed just as before. like all else, this whole charade will eventually come crashing down on top of itself, spewing forth the remnants of a materialistic age to float off like ashes from an urn. will the remains of this society be solely ideological decompositions or that of a physical nature. an apparent lack of societal creativity may lead some to predict the latter, an ignorantly idealistic nature perhaps the former but peering up through the double-paned windows, glancing over treetops and mountainsides, leads to the summation: it is thus.

Mortal Perambulations

Illuminated by the globe-less porch light that casts monstruous shadows across the yellowed grass, two sets of teeth lay claim to a small squeaky creature and stretched it to its limit, physically. It's tiny voice was muffled by the thick black sky bearing down on the whole untimely situation. For a moment the unopened eyes felt the cool, crisp sense of calm of the winter air before being introduced to a new kind of despair as it was hummed and purred out of existence. My only thought: I can't wait to eat my babies.

Derisory Epoch

Under the guise of reality
Life is broadcast into the room
A neat little box for personal exploration
Cathode rays heat up and burn out like clockwork
Next up, plasma screens and LEDs
Polaroids are boring
Shoot this laser straight out of your eye
Capture the image and burn it to CD
Or implant it in your brain
File C-234 under the tab Me
Click through the extensions
Eventually even strangers will be known
Secrets are a thing of the past
Live life out in the open, live openly
As long as no one else can see
(That's what gets you in trouble)
Mounted high, robotic screens capture sole impressions
While scanning the planet for black gold mines
Solar exercises renew our faith in meteorologists
Temporarily, as subsequent winters suggest otherwise
Our solution: Recreate the Big Bang
And just see what happens

Contorted Propagation

Exploding electrical prowess
Eventually culminated as mass hysteria
Unnatural obsessions replaced quirks
Humanity's humanity is drifting off
Somewhere past that blown mountain top
And across that desert pipleline
Amidst the piles of gold and rubies
Tainted black by suffocating smoke
It lies, barely breathing, slowly asphyxiating
On the very evolutionary skills
That allowed for this process to transpire
Ironic is a much too subtle designation

Navigating Clusterfucks

.....If the answers to our problems can only be
.....seen by connecting the dots, I fear we may
.....be screwed
My grandmother went on a diet years ago. She
switched to diet soda and increased her intake
of bourbon. Not so surprisingly, she's even
bigger now
..........I once had a friend who decided to get serious
..........about school. Then he never went to class and
..........flunked for the third semester in a row. His
..........father cut him off, and he had the audacity to
..........ask, "Why?"
.....If you don't believe 2+2=5 just because they
.....say so, just ponder Columbus for awhile
I'm more lenient with waiters because I used to
be one. I doubt I'm the only one who is more
sympathetic towards a previous field of
employment
..........George Orwell once wrote a book about all
..........of this, too bad nobody reads anymore