The Mass Killing of Nonsense…


Loyalty and power,

I gotta take a shower,

My salary’s forgiveness

In history I cower.

The punishment of the flower,

The petals rain like dower,

I wish the clashes louder,

Then I’m reduced to powder.


The sharpest devils were created in wealth – in wealth.

That money power getting bad fa ya health – fo yo health.

I climb the lady of liberty,

Holding the fire of infamy,

Damn girl, how tall ya. gotta. be?

How much a man gotta pay for a woman to be free?

If it costs him his life, the debt is paid.

For just an hour a day, living death is the wage.

I can’t even start about the water we wade.

Constituting ignorance, no more to a slave.

I predict the government will feed on your hate,

And product your anger to the tricks of the trade.

There’s more to the story,

I’m pissed and poorly,

Ganked and gory,

Just ignore me,

Cents and sore knees, forgetting my name is Jason? Lord, please!

They’re brainwashing with:

Trumping dildos,

Jumping bimbos,

Crazy info?

Know what you’re in fo,

When you,

Turn on the telly, the venue, is,

Just another place for kids, welcome,

We’ve got another murder for your cerebellum,


You’re welcome!

Mosh! Jump up, jump up, and don’t frown, when,

They murdered more babies in jars.


That is if your mother’s in a jam…


I don’t know, half past midnight in the twilight zone,

Which means absolutely nothing when a dog is a bone,

Under your house,

When you mistake your cat for a mouse.

How many things do I have to get backwards,

For you to realize I’m doing math with slick words,

Calculating fascination, a concoction, a plantation,

Of seeds so small they appear not to exist,

Turn the page and out comes a fist!

Rattling down the road is canned laughter.

Wait up a minute I’m down in the rafters.

Beatnik Turntable…


I’ve sat within that crowded room.

Elbows, like the knobbed tree branches of a forest,

sway with mirth and freedom.

Yet, my heart lost its fire long before.

And as I sat, I sighed the rousing air

of the room with carouseling dancers,

and felt that no one was there; not even myself.


There are many things that solitude can inspire.

We desire what we can only hope to have again.

Yet, how lucky am I? I dream of things I’ve never known.

I see her hug his hip to her hip, whisper in his ear…

What did she whisper?

He will tell one dear friend,

and that friend,

will feel what I feel – a burst of elation, a drop of envy – a deadly cocktail.

And that friend will go on and wonder, “What if she were mine…”

And I know because I was that friend who tasted her in his words. And dreamed.

I dreamed until the dreaming kept me awake

until the dream cannibalized other dreams

until the dream put visions of her in the clouds

until the dreams, dreams, shattered-my-soul!


I was the one who told my friend about her.

I crafted her beauty and charm with such power to disarm, using my silken language,

and he tasted her essence in my words.

So, now I sit here.

I sit here in this room filled with carouseling dancers.

I can only sigh,

as I watch her dance.

Unless You Shine for Me…

And were it not for the sun

would there be dream?

Would cloud cry upon the day?

I would find, you and I, slavishly cuddled ‘round dragon breath

and every sight would be for sore eyes, lest they be blind.

Every man would be a beggar.

Children cackle in the dark.

Women, free of childbirth, are instead consumed by the world.

Without the sun there is no age.

We are what we haven’t chosen to be.

This is what I see when you’re not with me.

Emptiness separating reality from understanding.

And I call to you.

And I call to you.

And I scream for you!

And I boil alive in the broth of my own anger…

Whatever I can cook up to feed the hunger that you inspire.


a peace shatters the storm.

A shaft of light jousting the gloom like heavenly charioteer.

What else could it be?

It is you, so long as you shine for me.