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the brutality of disclaimers
this public service announcement condones and promotes
racism, fascism, sexism, anarchy, chaos, violence, rape, and tyranny
stereotypes laugh
stained-glass
to bleached life
don't say what you mean
don't say what you mean
NOT YET!
there are still those in the audience who can't believe
past these demographic, pornographic, polygraphic
sensibilities
so you light a fuckin' candle for your dead revolution
while mine still draws breath
while mine STILL LIVES!
and spark a cigar for your newborn declaration
of allegiance to images
preceded by the messages
the medium divorced
you are intended to receive
don't adjust your antennae
don't manipulate your connection
NOT YET!
this is the collection
this is the perfect reception
crystal clear picture
crystal clear text
no need to pause just to identify the station

give me back my machete
WAIT! don't laugh!
WAIT! don't laugh!
shut the fuck up!
this is serioius
sipping cola from a rubber-banded plastic bag
cut the grass from the path with a one-handed blade
the jungle holds our secrets
our communiques
our footprints
without the judgement customary of the politicians and police
but the paramilitary knows these trees too
RUN!
here they come!
RUN!
here they come!
on our heels and we've got no cover
'cause the rearguard didn't live through the night
we're just women and children and elderly
!SIGA DERECHO!
!TEN CUIDADO!
gimme a bottle for the molotove
and gimme my machete
because the airport has electric eyes
because the telephone has electric ears
but out here in the forests there are no mouths but
the organic!
(mouths that cough, scream, and sing)
because we put a bomb in the broadcast of the government radio
!OYE! !JEFE!
!OYE! !JEFE!
gimme my machete back
or i'll pull it from your belly myself

a badge, a bullet, a bribe
oh officer! if you really want me to respect your authority
then let me have your gun, please
allow me to bind your wrists with your handcuffs
and listen attentively
to the lack of miranda that i grant you
do you understand these silent rights as i have failed to read them?
a stick against a skull
you revoke a reckoning respirated
oh officer! who do you work for?
you serve the state (it's that simple)
you hate, i hate
do you really wish to see me dead and quiet?
or have you no deeds of your own?
oh officer! i jumpstart the engine you claim to ignite
like a stolen squad car
but red and blue lights flash the lie
oh officer! i don't believe you really exist
so cease to be
oh officer! i'll have your badge, sharpen out its dull edges
officer, i want to put a bullet in your heart. in your face.
officer, my eyes bend on you now
officer, my thoughts be bloody now
officer, we'll end you and send you back
who do you really protect me from?
who do you really protect from me?
who do you work for?
you keep showing me
there will only be peace when the police are deceased
oh officer!

displaced by the gideons
divorce your king from his lower-case t
pull the envelope from your papercut
kill the authority of suffering
kill god dead
period
exclamation point
point to the letterhead font
tyrant titular watermark
rip off the underlined
polaroids in pieces on the porcelain
reframe the bad splice - question mark
or smash the projector
new picture presented on holes in the screen
this film tears at the aperture
eating at its sprocket holes
so smash the projector
new picture presented on holes in the screen
this text was written in a language
long buried with its authors
don't burn the book, burn its readers
a red stain
a sidewalk
covered in faded chalk
a nosebleed
a thick book
a row of knuckles, barbed baited fish-hooks
a question
unanswered
a selfish prayer
a cancer
a choir
a chapel
a conflict resulting in a feign to a grapple
no mercy
no regret
can you forward some proof yet
besides the self-inflicted scars on your hands?
stigmatized lies oxydize unclean water
allow me to take this crate of rocks
and weigh them on a scale against your tanks
let me measure the length of a suicide bomb run
in comparison to your yards of barbed wire fence

carve the stars' resurrection
THE DEAD WALK!
last night a pack of wolves crossed your threshold
the lamb's blood you smeared above your door
didn't keep them away
it just drew them closer
to your sleeping newborn son
and it's getting colder
have you ever eaten an infant alive?
(Yes You Have!)
well they eat back through the belly
chewing rind, spitting seeds
with machine-gun efficiency
lick the flame on your face
it renders you featureless
stab the crown of your head
it pulps your weakness
and everyone grins when you tear off their skin
ghosts greet me on cobblestone streets tonight
and hold their meetings
with weapons
they've given up haunting
they've taken to hunting
have you ever robbed a baby from crib?
(Yes You Have!)
orange open eyes
orange open mouths
they see it all
and speak it out
my mother handed me a serrated knife
stained with the blood of the leftover sacrifice
and now i carve this fruit back to life
wander the countryside
with your lantern
knocking at windows
never to be invited
kick the door in
RECLAIM THIS NIGHT!
last night a pack of wolves crossed your threshold
and stole your newborn son
he didn't resist
and the lamb's blood your smeared on the doorway
just drew them closer


sorceror's guild
no no no no no no no no no no no no no
they ask us to open up our gates
and invite them to feast upon our brains
upon our blood, upon our guts
while they rip the magic from our eyes
from our minds, from our hearts
they tell us to nap while they attack
while they rip the magic from our eyes
from our minds, from our hearts
and from our trembling hands
no no no no no no no no no no no no no
close the gate
draw the bridge
fill the moat
drown their hate
we will invite them in with our swords drawn
in the corners, behind doors, under beds where they will lie
and we will give a cry as we let the blades fly
we will bend our bows and we will close
our eyes, our hearts, our minds, our hands
we will keep this magic from their reach
we will stand
and tell them
no not now
no not ever
this magic we must hold forever
it's now or never


911 pronto
a seventhirtyseven crashed against the windowed walls of my heart
and hopes flee, aflame, as fear tells me this is only the start
and every gray sky captures my eyes, and these tears
and those lights half a world away ask "do these cries fall on deaf ears?"
it's a tragic fucking shame
that these twisted wargames are played for blood
when the people are the bleeders
though it should be the leaders lying face down in the mud
and as firebirds split the sky
i wonder why we don't tax them
and as the reign leaks from the clouds
i ponder how we could kill them
they wage war in our homes, on our minds, on our hearts
we could reclaim our zones, rebuild the movement smashed apart
yet they kill us still
in these dark days i feel close to my grave
as they rally us to arms, evangelizing harm
so i weep... as i reach for my spear
to stab this fear, run through deaf ears
that failed to hear the cries of blinking lights
they march to war
to rape, to kill, to steal
to war
we say "no more!"
war
no


pigeon
hey little pigeon, strutting there
hey little pigeon, what are you picking at?
hey little pigeon, meet my stare
hey little pigeon, no bread for you today
little pigeon friend, keeper of this square
little pigeon friend, your beak, your only weapon
little pigeon friend, feathered quite unfair
little pigeon friend, have you heard the names they've made for you?
feathered rat, scourge of the square
rodent with wings, dropper of shit
these titles bounce off the walls of my brain
so i turn fingernails to self
and scratch through the flesh of my chest
through blood, through bone, through muscle
ribs part and my fingers slide around pumping organ
i grasp my heart
and with a scream that echoes hope beyond desperation
i tear my heart out of my chest and thrust it out and up
as it throbs globs of crimson cream stream through the air
i hold it to the sky and give a cry
"we can fly if we try"
can you fly?
can you catch the wind within your wings?
can you soar away from here
from this, from now?
show me how
or are you bound to the ground by weeping clouds?
skin gray sky blue
pigeon stride proud where eagles fear
hey little pigeon, do you pick up every movement?
now little pigeon, the crows are here
scavenging on your sacred territory
hey little pigeon, cooing cry
guardian of frozen men of time and space
from now on, pigeon shine black eyes
hey little pigeon, your sun has come to claim you
can you fly? can you catch the wind in your wings?
can you soar away?
leave the ground
break the clouds
unbound
catch the wind in your wings
and fly


when trumpets fade
we'll be right here standing firm against their raid
as we'll be when the smoke clears and their trumpets fade
before we dance on the graves of injustice and despair
we will stand with our hearts held in our fists in the air
don't you hear their horns blow?
with stolen breath
their banners fly on wings of death
we swing from strings
tied to the hands of crownless kings
let freedom ring?
lift every voice and sing?
they will not knock us into the corners
we will be heard we will be seen
they will not lock us into their borders
they will know what we mean when we say "no!"
hold your thoughts perpendicular to their lines
as they storm through your doors to kill you with war
like spears aflame
as we realize, we can slay these swine.
educate! agitate! liberate! celebrate!
we'll be here screaming "no!" against their fucking raid
as we'll be when they ask for life and give us death in trade
before we laugh at troubles past and love once long delayed
we will sing with our fists and hopeful hearts raised
can't you see their color code?
in flapping flags
acquiescent, patriotic plague
don't you feel the final hour rolling to our shore?
when it crashes home
will we cower?
flee from their power?
no from all directions we return their call
our horns blow, our voices ring
the resounding noise orchestrates their fall
as we sing the world anew to crescendo
but now be still
on this eve of impending battle
to live, to love
tally not your kills
but the dreams you claim them for
a new life, a new world
as the echo of our cadence reverberates through the dawning day
we shall hear their trumpets fade


scout's motto
in these dark days
if you voice the will to resist
imagine your name written on their list of targets
if you raise your heart with your fist
imagine your hand severed at the wrist
when your destiny lies at the end of their rope
what are you prepared to do?
when your worst fears are their brightest hopes
will you let that defeat you?
no! no! cut free and breathe the final challenge
no! no! our slain dreams must be avenged!
the world we carry in our hearts is under their constant attack
fight back! we've been losing ground the sun sinks oh so fast
when we've lost our words, our voice
our hearts
then we must make a choice
destroy or be destroyed in peaking chaos of the culture void
the past is a muffled scream of "bloody fucking murder"
we live in its echo, cry it further
to the future
their crosses
their gallows
the promise is fallow
will we die if our only way to live is by the sword?
no! no! draw the blade from the sheath
lift it high, grip the hilt, and blink the gleam
scream "no!"
and strike them down
be prepared
in these dark days
"our silence will speak louder than the voices you strangle today"


under the hangnail
if not us, who? if not now, when? if not here, where? if not this, how?
will we let them tell us
no one, never, nowhere, nothing!
no we won't
we will close their mouths forever, seal their fucking lips
they cannot devour us when through their teeth, we slip
they will not grind down and swallow us anymore
they will not feign deafness against our roar
we will open our mouths, rip the stitches from our lips
launch our kindred words skyward and rain them down upon their heads
dream, yes, raise your hopes
rise, yes, raise your head
kill the lies and cries for war, sever the ties now
the leaping leg, the soaring sole will never let the strong knee bow
anchor your ankles and lift your chin, scrape your face from the floor
grant their boots no footrest, no, kneel nevermore
dream, yes, raise your hopes
rise, yes, raise your head
stand, yes, raise your voice
ascend, yes raise yourself
to melt the prayer we're frozen in and drink its ocean ghost
to know the time is now, propose an action, not a toast
a rising tide, a falling coast, a burning corporate store
a cry sent up to shoot them down, scream "no!" forevermore
who? when? where how?
us! this! here! now!


mail of rings
this armor turns all blades
no matter the force of their thrust
no point shall pierce our flesh
while we wear this mail of the just
we walk through the fields
see the cloven helms and shields
the weapons (the same as those we wield)
of the fallen and slain before us
you swing at us with spite
but if you cut your sword shall rust
strike back tenfold, we must
our bows will sing yes!
the arrow song will sound your end
your swords will bend and break
if they strike this mail of rings
you'll never pierce our armor
you'll never kill us all
we slip through the cracks we've carved in your attack
unscathed yet in blood we bathe
this armor will not fail us


fluxion
when we draw our arms
they draw our blood
can we draw our arms
to draw their blood?
and let the argument continue
always a moving challenge
never a static target
let the argument continue
now we say "no!"
consider this mutiny, a general strike of dreams
to shut down the cityscheme
black masks in public streets, in broad daylight
yet out of sight
we bomb the cold factories that manufacture our disgrace
sabotage
throw a wrench into their gears
short circuit their machinery
rust your fears
stripping down myths
brick by brick
and throw them outside
*******
inside we hold these means
exhale
lungs decapitate fossil tyrants
one by one or all at once
they will fall


coming soon:
versus goliath (the ballad of mary sweeney)
marriage of massacre
leaves smoldering in october
perpendicular to yale and bear creek
a dry courtroom drama
kerosene penalty motorcade
bleach
the burning season
yesterday the governor received a check from the coal company
colostomy backpack