WORDS

NEON GOD

gorging on bread & circus
until the head hurts, it's...
rewiring circuits
the fire inside nose dives. urchin.
bloated, exploding with toxins... perfect.
got em locked in with the serpent
follow it's tale in a maze for a daze as words spin
from the genie's turban
1930's Germany
now in the U.S. for the whole world to see
the lamps the tv
dark magic within electricity
behind the screen
is the man behind curtain...
your neon god
feathered serpent of OZ

JEN X

jenny / jen X / generate

gentrification generation

jenny drops gems, gel & elevate

pretty peacocks, peck their reflection in the bumpers of cars... 

there she is, taking bumps in a car 

one of the two machines died... 

they jump start your heart

awake, redefined & aligned 

white guy tries to press pentagrams

into your diamond... 

but he is a boxing nun glove 

on the hand thats behind him

A GARLAND OF FINGERS

a massive gold statue of philip morris,

dragged away by silver horses & 

petroleum trails...

inner sources in their fortress

scissor hands, restitching land- metamorphosis

slowing orbit... torque. rigor mortis.

to all those important, because of the size of their stolen portion/caution

… my right hand doesn't stop growing,

fly swats a boeing

psyops, the rise of a showman.

...a garland of fingers was seen as a very good omen