Deconstruction

Big sur

Deconstruction


Dust to dust 
sperm to worm 
pull up from the sludge 
and cry out spit 
out the rage suck up 
the fear lock yourself 
in and drive drive drive quiet 
the nervous cables circuitries 
spinal cord and fingers 
drool for the bell 
that rings on and on 
any given day 
it's just that take 
what you can and strike back 
all the spacious smog and stucco skies 

cant belie the truth in her eyes 
gone are the dusty gods of duck 
and cover drills stardust 
that makes the hand that pulls 
the precious bones from the sand jump 
from the rock into the cool waters 
and she shines 
she shines gone 
are the dusty gods of echo cathedrals.