Drunken Soldiers of Hell.

pranks are shallow, and
loose in the shoes, and
DNA is loosed and extras
go swarming about the set,
the set, tall, dog-like,
aesthetic, and
terrible.

conspiracy is golden, and
like tragic milk, it
runs through carved worlds,
through hollow buildings
like animals,

set in strange tilt, there
is a lilt, and
a dread, and spiral wars
move through crysalis eyes
whose centers are looms

attended by spindly
intelligent wheat.

The elephant's head
is attached to a whale
whose body
is the deep regular fluting
of alarm.

My ego
is the bagworm pharaoh
sleeping
unto the roar

The world's ego
is also at the center
of the bagworm crystalis
eye

It is
a long thin drool
of cherishing flotsam,
forever, and

this alien animal
is the threshing
of an invisible
torque.

War games
are mass produced
as entertainment.

"Party on, Wayne.."
"Party on, Garth.."