Clandannat Road

The gas stations explode down on Clandannat Road
I am high above drinking on the cliffs
Where Chactaqualqa laid his risen bones
A thousand years ago this moonrotten night

Nipwilliger Troll, what you gonna do?

Nipwilliger Troll
How'd you get that weird name?
And your delusional sense of mission?
And your wholly irrational concept of a game?

I was graced with it by the Spastacualqa
When they cleansed my brain
In their cleansing light
By their cleansing rain

Nipwilliger Troll
What you gonna do?
How you gonna get money?
How you gonna get food?

Procure shelter
and worldly resources
What you ever
gonna do?

Spastacualqa
En Rentinqulum
provides me
with everything I need

All I do is think of things
And they are revealed
To me via the conduit
of your greed

your species' greed
your hunger
your need
on these things I feed

Nipwilliger Troll
You're a homeless begger
Or a captain of industry
Or a frat guy at a kegger

Or a fisherman at sea
Or a convict in a cage
Or a good man locked in sin
Or a conductor on a stage

Shifting shape
like blood
blooming in water
blue and cool

or blood blooming
on the pavement
from your spittle
lip and drool

Nipwilliger Troll
What you gonna do?
How you gonna get money?
How you gonna get food?

I am graced by the Spastacualqa
When they cleanse my nightly brain
In their cleansing nightsome light
By their cleansing nightsome rain

on the move

we are on the move
we are burning crude
like that Walking Dude
we are on the move

get up or lay down
get a cut of the deal yo
you get cut you get real yo
get a cut of the deal you

we are on the move
we are burning crude
like that Walking Dude
we are on the move

the universe is here

walking up the road
in profound gravel
this birch tree for gavel
this one for to swing

Josie clammed up for years
But now hear her sing
In her moonshine and twilight
For her flowers I bring

the universe is here
the universe is here
the universe is here
the universe is here

Death of War Prophet

A cold dark night in a weird dark summer
You feel the lightning rising in the sky?
The night burns green.
What could it mean?
Could it mean that a king has died?
Could it mean that the Internet has lied?

The War Prophet came riding over the hillside
He only had one horse between his thighs
The other 4 horses left he left for Jesus Christ
The War Prophet knew his price
He knew he was not like Christ
Not yet

He came thundering over the hillside
Lightning shooting from his eyes
And long across the purple plain
You could see the farm house fires glowing
Men and women, girls and boys
Heads exploding from the noise
The War Prophet had looked too hard at the horizon
And the U.S. government saw him as Satan from his hell arising

His name was Lucius Cole
And he was just a kid
As he watched the bombs drop
And as he watched the bodies drop

They cut their throats on the plane.
9 months of rain.
The bodies rained down.
The bombs rained down.
9 months of rain.
And 9 more again

Standing there in the farmhouse fires' glow
Lucius Cole, a young man only recently reclaimed
From the maladies of the lost and shamed
From the maladies of a bastard name
Yet he knew he had to go
to the house of Washington

So he hit the road
He rode with the drovers
He rode in the dead trains among the corpses
And from the farmhouse living
He borrowed horses
And they gave him bread
And they gave him beer

In spite of a dark and murderous time
He saw Lincoln in their faces
(Abe, Honest Abe)
And in the sky bright flames
and burning roses

The majesty of the night
The blue and purple night
The cosmos like a caul
Blue and purple light

Who do you love?

Lucius Cole of the blood flag red
Lucius Cole of the blood flag red
Lucius Cole of the blood flag red
Lucius Cole of the blood flag red

back off the jinx

you gotta take time to back off the jinx
don't overthink or think for a minute
that you are sacrosanct
in your clarity here today
which should just be normal

back off the jinx
get encoded
encrypted
in your own glossolalia
you could call it "Glosso"
like something out of a Philip Dick story
some drug the space colonists take
to make them sound
interesting
to the other robots

at the chapter meeting

at the chapter meeting
they wrestled the old guy to the ground
and at the chapter meeting
they said you will be ruthless and relentless
heretofore
and at the chapter meeting
outside by the water cooler
she sidled close to me
and I noted her dark hair
her green chemise
and her thigh-high
black nylons
and inside and among the actual air
at the chapter meeting
all was sepia and drab
but my screenshot indicated
a febrile land
of fervent talking animals
and scheming androids
and humans better than human
and worse than
and it was all caused by The Aliens
yeh
the chapter meeting was dope
maybe it was lies
anyway at the chapter meeting
they wrestled the old guy to the floor
and said you will be ruthless and relentless
in your one a day plus iron
and I thought
yeah, I can do that
it has begun now
it really has

begun