The New Apocalypse

So the headache won't break

so i thought i should say

something

so

I'll call

-toss a handful of coins into the

pile at the center of the table

gross planetary product pocket change

[seven hours @

nine bucks an hour

CND @ 0.86 USD

hanging on

flexeril's every word] screaming

prickly political poetry so loud i can't hear the

silence before the storm

(can't feel the slightest wind

obese prophecies starving

(the curve is too shallow

so much left to consume

I'll call

-i'm still in the game, why wouldn't i be, we've

still got kilowatts of energy to blow and

lines to tow, party lines, goes to show you

might as well go hedonistic, break this way

that way if the head's aching anyway

break like the wind, spinal

tapdance on advanced tombstone

with financial prepitaph of U.S.Divinflation

civilization cause i say so, it's american knowhow

goes to show the Land of the Dead is hollywood's totentanz

[cinema verité matrix veracity, FX to the max, si?]

I'll call

no bullshit

put my cash in the economy

plink

codified cache of labour in the timeslot for webTV

blink

missed the part about reality, occupied

nerves, tonight i'm a sense junkie

I'll call it as i see it as they wire it to my brain

as they google it to grok it and the chaos swallows blame

but they splurged the reserves imperceptibly implausibly

with bagdadburningbabblingblog

a bit a byte a fright a fraud

The oil age slides on and

i remember what i had to say

that special something:

The New Apocalypse

is as Old as the Nuclear Option

but i can't believe my own words, things are too stable in this commodious canadian fable, like jesus still hanging round the manger, still tripping on his own buzzing halo, christ on a crutch, could the barn be burning without a label, alliterative CNN headline like "Peak Oil Panic sends Planet up Piss River without Paddle"? Nah, self organs would let me know if that was true, and this half-digested spew on my shirt accentuates the pink paisley pattern, i'm not sick, i'm well adjusted, i'm going to the stars, queued up for the celestial download, just don't you disconnect before i get the goods.