ground control to Major Tom you are having a situation room with too many situations that can be glared at and steamed like cabbage simmered until it boils into pot madness creeper sadness. sentence structure punctuation period comma capitalize this and see we are heading for a great abyss. the harmonic dissonance resonates at a level you kiss each day as butterfly Eskimos grow cysts.
bears bobbing in water bloated and dead. sinking after having swam too far. no ice cream to cling to anymore. beats and rhythm forcing and pushing onward and downward. southward towards a sunny Florida town where hurricanes hit too often and oil stains. We are a glutton for a punishment trading our penny stocks as the big black glob moves closer like an infinite fog. all the sins of a species floating to the top because oil and water always separate. the wind is picking up and blowing the grease into our faces and into our spaces.
black plague from above and beyond, blown far and flung. no need for gas anymore as we are dipped in crude and saturated with the rude comments of a democracy unable to point a finger at the right face. the faces of all Americans guilty for an accident forced upon them by their own greed. as militias talk of the glory days and how the south tried to succeed. the civil war has never been forgotten. my ancestors and your ancestors fought over invisible lines and invisible dollars they bled while history was recorded and tried. sinners and saints cried. winners and losers die each day across the football fields of division.
40 acres and a mule in a subdivision. 4 bedrooms, 3 baths and a backyard with a pool. smothered and covered french fries always needing another topping of dripping fatty cold generations of apathy.