Giant Corporations
Sending Metal concoctions resting upon four metal soles,
on the concrete wall
that splits nature's soul
Into one hundred million sad
and lonely;
so much cannibalism,
souls crushing souls

We cascade down the dreams
of yesterday's indigo signs
We fill land with meaningless
Integrity of black smoke

The beat, the beat, the beat
It contains

Everyone falls through the silence

I will die today; I will die tomorrow

But the beat,
It contains.

The marriage of fortune
breaks bones
It falls
falls
falls

I tie my mind
to the day's soul
I bury my feet
in your sunshine's
Satisfaction
We take turns
leaving signs
to remind our
futures that
they have perished
with the last brick
of every new wall

And with that
He takes, takes, takes
it all.

Dancing on the time
I don't want

blowing my mind
through the fan
filtered by
frozen thoughts
of spinning

air

death bound
fearing south

day dreaming

pandemics of
light numbing
deeds

I stopped.
Looked out.
And fell asleep.