fred

Well, I've got nine gallons of gas and a pack of beef jerky.
That's about you all you need in this world.
That and the rigid boundaries, the leather straps
the bitter life force solution, heaving
Herbicidal blue
Barbicidal solution dissolving
bleaching this prison garb

Carefully I ride the desert freeway strands.
Precise three degrees towards oncoming traffic.
Sipping malt liquor at one liter per hour.
We're all metric up in here it's so bad.

I've got to quit this toad smoking habit.
It's been dried river gulch camping.
Sunrise crawling time
pulling weeds, seeking mud and moisture.
The morning is toad skin fever blues.
A sow bug and a squirrel carcass will not do

There was another day...
The days were clean paved and pastel.
It was warm vanilla sink water
stream aroma with hard chrome
colored sand blueprints on sterle pavement.

The day I stopped erasing
the sands of yesterday haunted my daytime
The spokesman gig was over

Hogtied on the back bumper
the lunch time service cart
an example to the others.
It's number 2 pencil crucifixion
And all they ever did was get their breakfast burritos
"I'm gettin mine. I'm gettin mine" -- mantra
"Hey Bill how about that game?"
Yeah Bill I'm veins bulging, strap breathing, convulsions
Gotta get back to you on that after gagging the soul release
I hear what you're saying, I'm hot throat air burning
Give me a heads up before marketting gets that
and I'll erupt the soft cranial explosion
and the warm saline abandon first chance I get.

The concession industry
The tireless parable salesmen
yammering robots and beasts
Attaching good faith to base desires
peddling butterscotch semen hotcakes
to the catholic school procession
filming new rites for good measure

I'm free and clean now
It's not selling
it's finding
portals