In search of happiness

"this ain't the mashed potato, no this isn't the lindy hop; the dance that goes with this is called the Keep Perfectly Still" -Buck 65, "Sunday Driver"

As we enter the digital age, the value of information plummets dramatically. In this new era, ignorance is no longer sufficient means with which to conjure bliss, and so we turn to nihilism.

I saw it coming
Buffalo Danger

I saw it coming in the rearview mirror:

Ah Pook in a honey-yellow Jeep,
Over the limit by thirty miles;
Crying and singing along to Miley Cyrus with the top down
Chain-smoking Marlboros two or three at a time
Driving with his knees, cutting his hair
With a little scythe, making gifts for the wind.

On better days
He moves in the stillness between heartbeats,
Grows in the split seconds between inhale and exhale.
He is hopelessly addicted to time itself, but exists
Only in the dark spaces our Cartesian stubbornness,
Sieve-like, cannot hold.


solution
Elephanto

i've come to a solution
out of necessity
arose a monster
graphically
and now, commitment is incessant -
the mind of a cannibalistic, obsessed narcoleptic
can't get any sleep
----- to spill
liquidly
languidly
crushed down
the frame of mind
of yours and mine
unsatisfied
unchanneled
and stewed khemikal
uneventful amazing in psychosymatic violent semi-automatic sub-atomic starbursts
the solution


untitled
Elephanto

ethiopian skin mechanical
trapped in ghetto's meg-yard where mega-hard
arms swing metal palms iron skin levers
holding evil metal eagle attached to the desert
paranoid fingertips stitched with three-fifty plus seven metal shit
tucked behind the belt
ghetto style
like
delicate
street etiquette

Fear is the New Black
Buffalo Danger