God Particle Midlife Crisis Machine

And such expensive misery

You will be judged by your boardwalk proclivities

I’ll follow you out to the

Sun and chase

You to believe

That this world

Is out to get you

When I see an American Flag I don’t feel a ****ing thing even when it’s half mast,

But where you foam at the mouth, you foam all, there’s a stick shift of progress and pride and it’s going to 1

You’re not John Wick!

You larping ****

You want your “Die Hard”

But the trigger’s stuck

You wanna know what I keep from you?

You wanna the bastard who sent me?

Then point at your own sky,

And I’ll roundhouse that answer

Supercollider, (who’s fingers are 10 armies)

Crippler, (who’s factories dream and croak in the fog)

Fame, (who’s poverty is the sexless hydrogen of consequence)

Fake, (who’s righteous plague gets me off)

Zenith, (or the 3-act production we do til

the biopic sells)

Teeth, (can you fixate yourself On somewhere else?)

Seven, (who’s successor eats his successor)

Moon, (who I can’t look at without thinking of Kubrick)

It is not until you are dying heat stroke that you will admit that the earth is round

(“Then I will set my face against that man, and cut him off”)

Like a small animal the middle of the road, I will sit the body, electric wires cascade around causing a 12 car pileup, making my small life feel like it’s meant for something

(Me and Satan, me and st. Helen, treating ourselves to a spacewalk on spent soil)

Passing the light to its rightful receiver

Bury your AR-15 so the drones overhead can’t find it

Don’t! Force! Feed! My! Family!

On your own time, in the statue engravings in your popcorn past

Bastion of the interruptions,

This could be your next pivot

So you can call me anytime

And tell me I’m wrong about

Teachings and practice,

Verses and scripture

Falling in love with,

Morals and progress

Your punisher skull on your ford and your Facebook wall, everything you share is to reinforce your worldview,

No one will muzzle you like I will with my own bare hands

Hoo! Rah!

Semper fi!

Where we go one!

We **** off!

Spaced out and endangered, disrespected and distanced, every pistol from the morning of the 25th will go off, at the sight of the white grizzly, this is how we ruin the namesake

A model home drinking from a fire house,

evidence numbers on all your possessions,

It didn’t have to be like this,

You didn’t have to embarrass us