Day Pi figure this you expected ten
Me and the pigs are getting married and having post surrealist kids. Got rubber duckie tape and utensils for the honeymoon. The meal is strictly vegetarian alberta beatnik stew.
Painted Breath
  

You expect dialogue from the metasockpuppetphiles performance guy (NOTE TO SELF MAKE IT LOOK AS IF YOU ARE READING FROM THE PAGE)
Instead enjoy these painted breaths
It's the end of the pig as I know it and I feel fine

Breath 1
A famous indian journalist said the best way to see
america is by bus at night when the rates are cheaper
I agree but for me the best time is the bus rush crush traffic
when the characters of your book are defined in the lines of sight
and the weary and hopeful come together in a moment and monet
of destination

Breath 2
I have murder and midwifery on my hands
Theres hope in the kitchen fridge and defeets
In my dancing the creak and cracking is my back
Minds exploding and the fires in my belly
Oh this art to choke hearts
Is growing wild and this song is firm upon my tongue
It tastes of paint
It's the end of the pig as I know it and I feel fine.

Breath 3
Holy daze and mountains
Throne of gods
summit of graveyards explorers ghosts wail turn to
Monks Ohm and the turning of prayer wheels
In all in a moment of sand
A mandala that's fades into the blessed now
Then why am I upset at the monsters
Abominable they do exist
They have there logo Pepsi and coke
Plastered over your base
And the cradle of civilization is defecated and defeated by your paint
But there is no taking away of this rash
Poisoning people culture with your corporate greed
soda pop cheaper than life itself
the new weapon of bio no logic warfare
The mongoose lies skinned
You the cobra promise jobs and charm
But in your search for the clearest water
You drip your venom into the well
And see nothing wrong with the people
Dying for its your property to do with as you please.
There souls gather in the butterfly tree
Copy right Owned by the microsoft cells dissolving
There is no going back only into the dust the atoms
That form into the dow of chemicals
It's the end of the pig as I know it and I feel myself

© 2006 Phil Jagger