Falling Dogs

twirled inside of self destruction
snapped the mast before our eyes
sails flapped off like birds in flight
tried to navigate the lies
lighthouse clapped behind stony gates
we ran our prow aground and died


Foz do Iguacu
bananas at the station
paraguay-brasil


a breath of winter a sniff of fall
burning weeds and death of all
while they scurry underground
in frost and wind we dance around
oh blessed empty voided steppe
let the weak hide, noses wet
preserve their meat all soft and pink
we and the vultures share a wink


a moment caught in freeze frame flash
on razor thin edge every choice
foment chaos, make one rash
keep sage counsel or give voice
your moral compass holds the lash



Ich...breathe.
limbs sink into stone
ni...breathe.
face becomes like bone
san...beathe.
thoughts leave, all alone
shi...breathe.
solo discordant tone



we piss on cinema and society and all things human and beneath us
we follow the winds and the rattlesnake trails like the colubrid hunting her children
a coiling nightmare of creosote and dust devils whirling goatheads into your eyes in a choked arroyo
the itch at the back of an arrogant man's throat as he realizes he's too far from water
the sticky blood drying eaten by ants and turned black by the sun and the heat
the green plants dying and sands consuming all as the air turns to chaos and poison