Soul

It’s the soul

of America

its the sold

to America

it’s fools gold

in America

glittering soldiers

sold stories

red, white,

and blue

broken glory

same old story

sell your soul

for American

dreams

chase Dragons

and scream

from Blue Ridge Mountains

and stolen Black Hills

into Babylon’s rivers

our soul spills

ashes to ashes

no cheap thrills

fill the Euphrates

and Tigris

create Hades

and die for this

hell inside

of our minds

we fell off the hill

no rewinds

we don’t shine

we dine with feral dogs

and vultures

feasting like fat hogs

on demonized cultures

in our eyes

you won’t see God

our soul was lost

and we’re a fraud

forging God’s will

claiming she would support us

still, we erect statues

saluting our slave-owning heroes

claiming they’re all better

than Nero

as they preach fear

and go from palace

to palace

singing and laughing

sipping blood from the chalice

dripping with hate

overflowing,

it’s fate

they say

God, she’s day to day

so now we must stay

the course

though we put the wagon

before the horse

we will catch the dragon,

achieve our goal…

maybe America

never had

a soul.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

South of Richmond

Every other billboard

literally every other billboard

along a one mile stretch of I-95

just south of Richmond, Virginia

is for the Army National Guard

The others are for God,

Jesus,

and the Navy Federal Credit Union.

This is God’s country

and if God loves anything

its giving poor kids

a false sense of hope

in a better future

before sending them

to kill other poor kids

who have no hope

of any future.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Get HI

I can’t wait

to get HI again

I miss my farm,

my family

my friends

I can’t wait

for my toes to touch

that sand

I can’t wait

for that salt water

to wash away

all of this bullshit

accumulated after a month

in America

I can’t wait

to lay under the midnight sky

and stare up at the universe

I can’t wait

to get HI

on fresh papaya

and mango

I can’t wait

until I’m HI

so I can lay low

and watch the palm trees sway

as the trade winds blow

and I know

that I’m home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Road Trip

Billboard after billboard

too many to count

mile after mile

road after road

state after state

buy this car

buy this whiskey

buy this beer

call this lawyer

when you get pulled over

for driving this car

after drinking this whiskey

and this beer.

Drink this soda

eat this pizza

open up a new checking account

at this bank

double your money at this casino

buy tickets to this concert,

call this doctor when you get hurt.

Buy this mattress

for a good nights sleep

rent this storage unit

to keep all of the things you buy

call 1-800-WEED-DOC

when you want to get high

call this locksmith

when you get locked out of your car

call this taxi

when you get too drunk at the bar

think you’re an alcoholic?

get sober at this rehab!

can’t afford college?

let the national guard

pick up the tab

join the army

and see what great adventures

tomorrow brings

join the navy

join the air force

and call this lawyer

when you need a divorce

join the marines

join the coast guard

use this fertilizer

on your front yard.

Buy this burger

buy this hat

get this liposuction

when you get too fat

call this plastic surgeon

to westernize your nose

when you want to paint your house

make sure you call these painting pros

and make sure you come to church

don’t let satan lead you astray

even when you’re driving

there’s always time to pray

and if you get too tired

stop by this coffee shop

it’s just off the next exit

right next to the quick stop

get your coffee

and your gas

and a thousand other things…

you’re still on the east coast

just see what I-80 brings

May Day

It’s May Day

May Day

May Day

come, workers of the world

unite and fight for justice

tell all the boys and girls

that today’s the day,

no need to pray

we’ll stand up and we’ll fight

and we won’t forget coal miners

still out of mind and out of sight

and lightning strikes a second time

as conmen steal our pay

and rob social security

it’s time we seized the day

and seize the capital

take back what we have lost

a billion here, a trillion there

we’ve lost sight of the cost

May Day

May Day

May Day

we’ve lost count of all the wars

and Johnny lost his mind

on one of his eleven tours

though it was there for many score

the factory shut down

the lights went out in Holyoke

and an Irish widow frowned

and drowned in cheap whiskey

can’t drink away the truth

though try, she will

wash down more pills

can they make a higher proof?

they’re making bombs now

it’s the only job in town

unless you want to be a jailer

or a methcook, or a clown

we’re down and out now

and out of options once again

May Day

May Day

May Day

I need a job, I need a friend

I need a living wage

and I won’t build your bombs

this needle seems less harmful

see, it’s the only thing that calms

and psalms the preacher reads

like Casey long ago

I’m a lonely ghost of yesteryear

lost, looking for a soul

but April showers bring May flowers

that you’ll lay on my grave

May Day

May Day

May Day

wish I had a soul to save

I gave it on the dotted line

fine print, I did not read

I thought I’d fight for freedom

but I only fought for greed

and seeds of hate are sewn

ships blown a mile of course

May Day

May Day

May Day

the carts attached to a red horse

and dead men dictate what is just

but these men owned human beings,

why is it in their God, we trust?

is there something we’re not seeing?

let’s all dance around the Maypole

roll our sleeves up for this fight

and stop funding war and violence

if we believe in basic human rights

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fog

Trapped here in London

or is it the city

by the bay

day after day

after day

after day

pea soup

drowning

socked-in

frowning

downing

handfulls of

hope you wake up

still here

still live in fear

still drinking cheap beer

and box wine

and moon shining

over the bay now

but fog still hanging

over the day

hanging around

but can’t stay

away from grey skies

flies in the ointment

and dissapointment

less boom,

more bust

and appointment

after appointment

and happiness rusts

and trust in pills

and refills

more refills

it helps kill

but window sills

still curtains drawn

all bridges burned

all hope is gone

more dope

less dawn

rising at mid-day

binging on Netflix

stay away

don’t want to see

you or anyone

Johnny’s gone

I took his gun

now counting bullets

one, two, three

come fly away,

eternity

the Devils down

on bended knee

but final pleas

won’t set you free

the fog won’t lift

you’ll never see

everything

you meant to me

and everyone.

Put down the drugs

and throw out the gun,

come to the island

live life in the sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone. -Kurt Vonnegut