A Slap Not / A Slip Knot

Panic and go to the mountain
Climb the mic and a stick in Russia
The shove was it
To my mind C was on loan
An amusement park loon on loan
I’m stuck counting stars
Then I’m onto counting grains of sand in the Negev
You don’t expect penguins in the Dead Sea

A big win
A slap not
A slip knot

I’m going in Miami way
Air strikes sometime between the poultry and the venison courses
So hop on the death wagon and strike that key
I’m a little over this holiday in Cambodia

Jello Biafra or Tomata du Plenty?

You misled us all on the show
The schema was shot and all you
Have is this emotional smegma
Put on your magma culottes and let’s call it
A day in yellow green fluorescence…

What I’m Reading:

But everyday life was exactly like the headlines. And so everybody, knowing the meaninglessness of existence, sets the center of his compass at his own home.

— Kōbō Abe / The Woman in the Dunes