Waging Peace

Eye Khan Sea Four Myles

The Great Spinning Eye

Is Always Watching

You As You Do

What You Do

Eye, Eye

Naked Hegemony

Naked Hegemony
Rusts the Metal
Of the Door
To the Senate Chambers

Fumbling for Keys
To Frozen Locks
Becomes Desperate
In the Unblinking
Gaze of the Power Elite
Who Care Nothing
For Common Citizens

Impeach the Corrupt
Gate Keepers and
Self Appointed Clerics
Of Freedom and Democracy
Let the Sunshine
Clean the Halls
Of the Senate
Elect New Representatives
From the People
For the People

Remember Them?

Dateline Los Angeles, before the Show
Some of these backstreets are like a Third World
Inserted haphazardly into America
Sound check amplifiers still ringing in my ears
I sit on the wall in the alley
Breathing in the quiet hush of people hiding
When Monsters begin to fly past my head
Wild, wonderful, frightening monsters
Swimming through an ocean of air
Like deep-sea creatures exposed to the light
For the first time
I get a picture of one
Not the weirdest
Not the largest
Not even the scariest
Just the one I managed to catch
With a quick wink through the shutter

He circles around in a flash and gives me a look
Hola, he says with a slurping lisp
You�ve heard those stories, he says to me
He�s not asking, mind you; he�s telling
The ones about savages and their quaint beliefs
They think that your camera can steal their souls
But I know better, he says hovering and circling in the air
His tail flick, flick, flicking at a porch light on the wall
Where I come from, says he, we know the truth
Your photo gives up a little bit of your soul to me

I laughed and gave him a TEE Shirt
Which seemed to be the right reply
Maybe I�ll see you at the show tonight?
Maybe, he says putting the TEE Shirt on
Will it be wild?
I hear car tires crunching gravel behind me
I turn and see a patrol car, LA�s finest
Serving and Protecting
I turn back
Empty air
Just some scratches in the plaster
Near the porch light on the wall
Like a signature on a contract

Yes officer, I know it can be dangerous here
Some real monsters in this neighborhood

Down the Tubes

Dangerous territory
Common sense says keep out
But how can my children
Cross the mine field
If I am afraid to move in
And try to disarm the
Dangerous mechanisms?

I Don't Know You

Hello
I know your name
I know what you do for a living
I know your hobbies
I know about those magazines
I know where you hide them
I know about your riding mower
I know your kids are cute
I know you need a new car
I know that look in your eye
I know that shiver running down your spine
I know lots about you
Hell
What Do I Know?

Mind the Gap

Clutching my ticket to gotham
The clickty-clack rocking of
The 8am commuter train
And the hours lost to late night TV
Lulls me into a drowsy half sleep

Power poles flying past the window
Create the flickering effect of old film
Small farms, battered cars, the odd cow
Become mute actors in a documentary
Shown on a tired school projector

The screeeeeeech of train brakes
Signal the arriving station
The other commuters gather their bags
Securing laptops and mp3 players
For the jostling race for the exits

Too tired to compete, I hang back
On the platform a half naked boy begs for coins
His mother a sleeping bundle of denim
Inattentive against the station wall
His gaze intersects mine

Lost in his brown eyes
I wait too long
And almost miss my habitual stop
I stumble up and fall off the train
Just as it begins to move again

The jarring change of momentum
Pains my shins and blurs my vision
Multiple boys, six or seven
Swim before my blinking eyes
I don’t know which child to give my change to

I hand them each a dollar
And stumble toward the exit’s glare
The billboards mocks me
And my lack of lunch money
Mind the gap

Swimming Scanner

Swimming through the late night
Scanning dark interiors
Surrendering to internal
Simmering chit chat
Summoned by restless
Shuffling of memory
Shifting of meaning
Shadows cast by
Shimmering half light
Shhhhhhhhhhh
Slide into
Sleep

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I can’t make this crap up.
Everything above is a quote from Fox News.
That fountain of brazen punditry and lies masquerading as a news network.
With so much going on in the world, Fox and most of the media continue to focus on non stories, and when they do address critical issues they substitute opinion for facts.
I only hope America and the World are smarter and stronger than these jackasses.

Inarticulate Scream

Looking forward
Mist obscures the horizon
Sweat beads beneath the brim
Of my major league sports cap

Looking backward
In the rear view mirror
The insidious evil is clear
In the smell of corporate body wash

Looking inward
A nauseas vortex spins
Erupting as an inarticulate scream
Ignored by my gaming console

Looking upward
The talking heads deny everything
My experience is not confirmed by
24-hour news channels

Revenge From the Shadows

By My Father's Skull, This Time You Will Stay Dead!!!

No Throwing Down the Rock

No throwing down the rock
No tilting of the windmills
No touching the ruby slippers
No falling down rabbit holes
No asking why
No

The Secret Is There Is No Secret

I had evidence, dirt, proof
Things were rotten at the top
But as I confronted the Fat Cat
He just smiled
Lit another cigarette
And gazed out on the veranda

You think you know a secret? he asked
The secret is, there is no secret
Corruption, greed, nepotism, theft
It is no secret
It is all out in the open
I know about it
You know about it
The authorities know all about it
They actively participate in it
Everyone knows the secret
Everyone complains
But they all play the game
They watch the tv and movie screens
They gaze longingly at the billboards
They actively participate in their own distraction
The secret is that the losers
All privately are proud of the winners
Because they still hope that if they
Buy enough lottery tickets
They could still win the jackpot
And live in the big house
And drive the big car
And be the next guest on Oprah

Your evidence will not see the light of day
Because it will shine hard light on the odds
The very long odds
Your secret just makes lottery tickets worthless
Which they are, of course
And always will be
You are right, the game is rigged
But Shhhhh
It’s a Secret

Time off for good behavior

We get a week off from the Tour.
So I took some time to catch some big bass.
Here in the Pacific Northwest the spring is cold
and the bite is slow, slow, slow.
But when you find them, they tend to be BIG.
I hope to get some more fishing in before the
TEE Tour heads to Ireland for St Patricks Day.

¿Es Ebola?

¿Es Ebola?
Κανένας δεν διαβάζει αυτό οπωσδήποτε.
Il monk ha uno scoppio leggero.
Und er trampelt den zwei vorangegangenen Mann im Schwarzen.
Je souhaite que les petits poissons dans mon oreille fassent un meilleur travail de la traduction.
Eu espero que seus reasures que da fé como ele se cruza no mundo seguinte.
Ik kan geen van dit steek houden.

I can make no sense of this.
I wait that its reasures that of the faith as it crosses itself in the following world.
I wish that the small fish in my ear do a better work of the translation.
And it tramples to the two preceding man in the black one.
The monk it has a light explosion.
No one does not read this without fail.
Is it Ebola?