They wear tight jeans on Wall Street

Mohawks in Harlem

2-dollar coffees and the same for a slice.

Wrist watches glowing by ivory lay knuckles

Teeth made of chrome with cell phones attached

I hear Korea is nuclear : atoms away

With Iraq in chambers of torn disarray

Silk-screens on china who still kill there young

And repetitive actions by the ones that we love.

I hear war on the TV music on cd political speeches

And leaches with power

Gas and the oil stains left from the few

Who still tangle a truth or keep us amused

Frowns dancing on ice picks sticks ripped from the sail

Wind tossing the sailors like salad in the mail.

We live on the shoulders of the world and we listen

With words we are more then a sore on the panel

 We get a bad rap? We talk bad ,we hate bad : We are hated and

driven by fear.

One direction to go down with up as inflation

Relationship envy and justification

With just one world to ruin a planet

Damnit and slam it cram it into convulsion

Science and triumph disturbed into propulsions.

An emulsion of man and land ;

When they boil as one in the phosphorous light-

Elapsed over dinner with wine and whispers-

Frolicking hard in their mothers bankbook:

Or collapsed to the couch with needles and matchbooks

They stretch out their welcome to the rest of the globe

Rolling as two down a spitfire gown

Brown teeth in their sockets and dust on their trail

Having heartless pranks and food on their veil

And the vanish in circles of round fire songs and singing to yesterday

For its healing appeal.

Kind not gazes into their own kind  kind of sad but all about now.

With revolution behind us and fear in our pockets not to mention

War or the purity you deemed unnecessary.

What bellowed out hole have you come to call heaven or

 what home have you tipped  over what Masochistic story had you died not to tell

or what wish to separate the now from the thrill?

As if love couldn't confuse you enough. You lose, we wind up our talents and run to the paper mill. One opinion to blend us another to tear:  from the roof of my mouth like cheese. One hot topic another old fight yester years like Christmas when blisters tiptoed

In my stomach and innocence beckoned for me to return.

Have you not heaved your fortune yet to religion or addiction?

What inflictions diswayed you you are still you arnt you