Archive for December, 2012

Babel to Babylon (and back again)


babel (Photo credit: throgers)


from Babel to Babylon
and back again

towers of information
techno Babel

a particle chamber annihilation
in one one trillionth of a second

what chance do we stand?
the powers that be have always been
and they will endure
they have their exit strategies well planned

but what about you or I?
are you tired of being herded into conformity
and seeing your children becoming cardboard cutouts?
don’t you see?
it’s starts with you or I

we must
must question why
and leave those questions in our children’s minds

it’s easy to fall in a comfortable dogma
but these dogmas no longer serve the day
they call it evolution for a reason
and what has always worked before
may lead to our extinction



Buzz Trip through the Cosmos

manhattan solstice 3

manhattan solstice 3 (Photo credit: Dave Kliman)


The Neighborhood Nuts are all hunkered down in their
campers, hovels and sheds for a snowy Solstice.  I
didn’t make it to pops to restock his whiskey supply.
I don’t expect he’ll be going anywhere today.

I’m stationed here for the Solstice in South Mantucky.
My friends all pussed out on putting together a
Solstice Party so fuck ’em.  I’m gonna hide in my
room and try to channel Gumbytron.  It’s a perfect
night to tune into the Divine.

Or get obliviated.  Perhaps I’ll do the latter, I’ll
see what over-the-counter and prescription goodies
I can whip up into a Smoothie and take a Buzz Trip
through the Cosmos.  Ah, but those days are sadly
behind me, I gave up on polluting myself into a
stupor quite a while back.

I had wanted to go down to Lake Hope for the Solstice,
I was supposed to be there for the 72 hour opening
of the Blue Gate but it wasn’t in the cards.  I had
thought of renting a cabin down there but again none
of my buddies would commit.

I could have worked on the replacement matrix board
for level 4 I suppose, which by the way is progressing
nicely.  Getting rid of the Superiority Complex is
a major improvement over the previous prototype.  And
the Pizza Mandala in the center of the matrix grid
looks quite good.  I don’t think I’ll include any
intersects of divine intercession into the matrix but
mazy add a few gates.

Which reminds me, I have to get my Hyborian Gates
cards back from Knight Chris so I can complete my
matrix board.  I could also use some found objects
but nothing of interest has turned up around here.

I feel kind of naked without my wizard staff.  I
should have brought it with me to Mantucky.  At least
I have my spell book, “Space Ghost : The Sorceress of
Cyba-3,” with me.  Don’t think I’ll need it but you
never know.


Gather Ye Green Buds with apologies to R. Herrick

anti fascism graffiti

anti fascism graffiti (Photo credit:

Gather ye green buds while ye may
And soon ye shall be flying
The fools that bar thee will find dismay
In all that they’ve been lying

The glorious torch that lights the bong
The higher we’ll be getting
And gladly sing this mirthful song
Tis fascist rules a-setting

That bud is best which is the first
Just ask the ganja farmer
But being toked as heads are versed
Brings memories that much warmer

Then be not shy, but use your pipes
for occasions that are merry
let the fascist’s take their swipes
and prey they do not tarry


Reading of my Herrick Bastardization

Hippie Eupocalypse – T – 32 Hours

Hamster fishing

Hamster fishing (Photo credit: The Shifted Librarian)


This may be the last time I write in a human form.
The day of the Hamster Ascension is upon us and when
you see me next I may be a 400 pound white hamster.
I eat crackers, not because I have to but because I
like them.

We are entering a 3 day randomization wave that will
cause many hierarchies to shuffle and you may find
yourself reading meters for Columbia Gas in a suburb
of Columbus, Ohio.  Or find that you’ve turned into
a FOOD – LODGING exit sign on the highhway.

I howver planned ahead and asked Gumbytron for
intercession that I become a 400 pound white hamster.


All universal IP addresses have been logged prior to
the randomozation, and if you can’t handle your new
assignement, you can follow the tinmeline you were
on for a small monthly fee which will be added to
your cable bill.

Those wishing to continue on with the new protocol
will have the opportunity to see what the new
technology brought to you by Burnt Hamster is
really capable of.

Set you sights on hyperevolutionary transformations!


what do you call a man?
who doesn’t breathe in what he believes?
what do you call a woman?
whose days are spent with timely thieves?

what are we doing?
writing all this nonsense
none will read,
and those who do
have agendas of their own

i have an agenda
a simple one
leave me and mine alone
we have no quarrel with you
no matter how we disagree

your system breeds more of us
than it can imprison
or kill in pointless wars
you can’t poison our babies with your GMOs
cause we are getting wise to who and what you are

so pick a spot
how many of you are there?
i think not as many as you would like to believe
you’ll find yourselves on an island
gold to make the Inca drool
but who will do your bidding now?




Candles (Photo credit: magnuscanis)



robbed of innocence
robbed of life
yet you play among the blood and rubble
looking for a respite from this unrecognizable world

they light candles
for the chosen’s dead,
who will light a candle for your youth?
who will walk among the ruins


of your neighborhood
and take up the cross to rebuild your dreams?

who will take the fight
to the armies of incredulity
that line the Mall?

you do not count
“you” are not like “us”
we do not have to mourn your dead
we have individually wrapped slices of cheese
and guns of our own
do not tread on us
for we are the dreadnought
the juggernaut
we have no time for you

do not ask us how we find the time
to grieve for our own


Hippie Eupocalypse, Day -5.12

The powers that be have always sought to divide the people into more manageable chunks, so over the course of history, they have divided us by language, religion, nation and state.  It’s “us” against “them” except the “us” is “them.”   We are shackled by all the invisible strands of governance whether it is the Father and Mother governing their Children, a priest governing their parishioners, on and on.

It is so instilled in our evolution that we accept that this is the way things are supposed to be.  When we were called to Gumbytron, it was to be like Her, not to be worshiped or pleaded for favors.  All these strands, these shackles, have been useful up to a point.  Why am I rambling…  sermonizing?  In a pious mood I guess…

Invisible strands but not stronger than the power and realm of your imagination.  Not stronger than the strands of love for one, love for all things  UGH, I hate myself when I ramble on like this…  You can do it yourself or seek a guru or rabbi.  Anyway who cares?  What comes from Source returns to Source so it can’t be all bad.

Yesterday, I went to Downertown to see my pops.  He’s Cronos, but somewhere along his journey he forgot that.  He remains steady at the helm of his remote control.  Bottle of Kessler’s.  Max has gotten used to me bringing him Slim Jims.  He searches me now and whines whenever I walk in the door.  It smells like 90 cats in pops’ lil shed he lives in.  I usually reek when I get home.  That’s why I usually only stay a couple hours at most.  I love my pops, even bought him some Febreze, but with 5 Cats and a pit bull in a 2 room 9 X 18 shed, it can be pretty overwhelming.  Pops was immune.  He had long since given up on the chemical war he was having with his cats.

It starts, I guess, when you begin sharing.

ease in

Hockey hockey hockey!


ease yourself in,
dip one toe,
feel the water…

ease into complacency
and join the rest of them
be happy chasing greenbacks
and playing Fantasy Hockey

drink a lot of beer


you know it’s only a latency,
you’re one of them,
you can fade like a flower of obscurity
obscure beauty
a sardine in a tin can

peel back the foil
and drain all the oil
packed in in tenements and suburbs
you’ll make fine appetizers

for the hungry gods you serve…


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