Epoch

(Oh no my dear, I'm really a very good man, but I'm a very bad wizard I must admit.) [an excerpt from The Wizard of Oz] 7:30 midnight load arms Spook mask, cones on Bypass home alarms and car sonars Fire spit I sling slack out the stone heart Hit the boat's ark, sink his head Put a hole in his dome's heart Off the grid, mountain man of the Ozarks I'll bronco buck these straps over your back, you get rolled on My house an armament, weapons buried around my whole yard Like I'm the old guard Two devil horns on my dome sawed If I'm walking around breathing that's proof enough there's no god I want to kill you but if your boys are really down I'll shoot each then get your whole roof beated Turn your whole front line to a World War II beach head I'm a thief, I boost jeep decks Fuck a crew street trend Heat to his shallow pool give him two deep ends I'm sick, I drop shit, I need to depend You got kids? I'll kill you in front of each them I'm hearing shoes creeping, by myself cause I refuse treatment Who needs friends, most work takes no more than two weekends I kill hope and shoot regret Beach, dirt, loop, shoe, fleas Shoes needed Still Cambodian, Tiger Land, J23 platoon reject I'm coming down the roof scenes with little blue green men (Even the fierce beasts stopped short and looked at him in surprise.) [more from The Wizard of Oz] I'm Elvis, die on the toilet I spoiled this coke line to boil it Tin foil hit, oil drip crystal met me the night in the form of glass chards Engulfed my snake body and coiled it I gotta piss, shit Handcuffs on night fans, cognac boxes Grim, Ben, Veto boxed in Memoir journal crumb man Standing around blindfold dumb man Standing around blindfold dumb man Fingers on the monkey face dumb man