handful montana
May 7, 2008
Disney is a business. Vanity Fair is a business. Hannah Montana is a business. They are concerned with profit, not family.
Parents are the ones who facilitate this bullshit of worship and consumption. Wake up adults. There is life beyond the Skinner box of commercial culture. You can start by turning off the television.
changing in place
April 28, 2008
new package
new bottles
new make
new models
new fashion
new faces
new gadget
new places
old game
new looks
old fish
new hooks
Little Debbie of Death
February 7, 2008
Be my valentine
(with eight twin-wrapped cakes
of corn syrup
processed sugar
processed flour
interesterified palm oil
partially hydrogenated
cottonseed oil
TBHQ
diglycerides
propylene glycol
monostearate
polysorbate 60
red 40
and
twenty three other ingredients –
all for $1.05 )
I will love you forever
(with 3 grams of
artery clogging
surgery producing
medicine funding
saturated fat
per tiny tasteless cake)
You are my sweetheart
(with 26 grams
of system shocking
limb losing
rehab needing
insulin breeding
heart pumping sugar
per two cake “serving”)
hdtv
January 18, 2008
high
definition
drug
When I Become Santa
December 14, 2007
We move operations south
to Newark, Watts, Bronx
East LA and ten thousand
other empty places.
We begin to make toys for souls.
Peaceful and playful
thoughtful and joyous toys.
Now
unafraid and knowing –
we will walk this earth
giving gifts.
the moon! is your logo…not McDonalds
December 11, 2007
there is no place
quite like the other
each valley
each plain
each mountain
each plateau
each
with its own
land forms
life forms
weather
and light
encased in a shared
halo of air
we are binding this earth in asphalt.
binding
and branding
we block the night sky
with our signs.
from
above
we look
like fire
dying for Christmas version 1
December 5, 2007
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
trimmed
sang to
and toasted
(rip a suckling child
from its mother)
(put makeup on a statue)
(be happy at a rape)
now lies on
its side
in the gutter
alone
with hooks
and tinsel
blowing in the wind