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PalmSpringsLife
03:10
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Palm Springs Life
happy Advertisements
hold glasses of wine
fresh golden skin
fresh golden shine
fresh golden moves
in a fresh golden dress
fresh golden eyes
ignore what’s out of focus
Luxury poses
luxury bling
luxury lifestyles
luxurious dreams
glossy pages
turn to fake it
high def images
vibrant fake shit
kool aid blue
curtains the night
kool aid blue
with a splash of high class skies
they crop out the rust
they crop out the dust
they crop out those
who clean up after us
they crop out the sweat
they crop out the mess
they auto enhance
beautiful tourist
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PropagandaBreath
03:08
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3. |
BillionareBoy
03:05
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Billionaire Boy
Big Billionaire
little boy
new white house
brand new toy
plays with himself
in a room of gold
yells at people of the sun
to do what their told
we picked a bully to lead the way
about those who chose him
what does that say?
some of us just need
a little love when we’re young
so we’ll love too
when we grow up
king flip through the channels
gives out a yawn
his cabinet of jesters
play him a song
but nothing makes him happy
he stomps his feet
speaks in exclamations
squawks out nasty tweets
be nice to little birdy
he’s not so mean
just wants us quiet
when he’s on American TV
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4. |
FruitFly
02:34
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Fruit Fly
Like a fruit fly
buzzes, loveless,
like a tv set, we can’t
seem to shut up. Opinions
and poses. Excessive
extravagance. All caps
and emotions, caricatured
magnificence.
Talk with thumbs
and meaning
in words
go numb.
We camera bug
eye, and snap. Swap
at a moment
to, that moment, trap.
Some say
we’ve peaked. So juicy,
so sweet. But fruit
in its prime,
ripens
with decline.
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We’re Balloon Animals, Pop!
We, in figure eights, squeeze
into trendy shapes.
Dreams
of making it, don’t
stop. Like a balloon
animal, pop!
next year is gonna be the year
promise this time
we're gonna dine in sunshine
we're gonna blow up
make mad bucks
everyone is gonna know us
seal our image in a glossy paint
paste our face whatever it takes
staple our tongues the hottest fold
glitter us in HD fool’s gold
bend our limbs
stacked hashtag sticks
contort our lips
through whatever they fit
a hope of fame keeps us thirsty
we're droughty sequoia trees
baited by fakeness
celebrity life
dangles as hooks
in our sights
to bite
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6. |
ChinesePoet
02:44
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Chinese Poet
I dream of heaven
in a mist. Breath the quiet
of a Chinese poet. Drink wine, ripple
alone. Blue heron tip toes
tap outside. No ones around
to groan
at the loud cold walls.
a cloud overhead woke me and said
you're an idiot. Barely
with a job, can't drive a car,
stuck in a dream, you won't get far.
So please don't
wake me up. I'm stubborn
under blueberry clouds. Some say
to just grow up. But I hear a young heart
outlives the old pup.
I want to diffuse
the glare
that rodents a motive.
Widen my rings, if thought
were a tree.
But it turns out, I'm just an idiot.
I dream of heaven
in a mist. Sage in the shape
of a Chinese poet. I dream
I’m a need, for what’s not,
the emptiness, in a clay pot.
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PanopticonWebcam
03:02
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Panopticon Webcam
what do you see?
no one knows where to put their hands
like an awkward dance
we're confused ants
maybe this is where we should be
on edge of our digital seats
so when the levee breaks
we'll swipe the rain away
panopticon webcam
what do u see?
everyone looney behind a screen
monsters with keyboard keys for teeth
we hide the ugly side behind a screen
panopticon webcam
what do u see?
lonely thumbs with nowhere to be
smoothed out clones with perfect smiles
blank stare squares light scrolling eyes
we're downloaded free
fast and cheap, we love it easy
lightning cables in the sky
tangle up a prisoned mind
when the levee breaks
we'll swipe the rain away
so when the sun powers off
perhaps then we'll recharge
when the levee breaks
we'll swipe the rain away
Are you trying
to take the world in hand?
I can see your battery dying.
It’s so hard to keep up
to live out glossy lives.
The real slips away. Smudges,
erased. The sun
enhanced, viewed at a
downward
glance. A palmed square
turned off
mutes life’s
sounds. We too, power down.
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Whoopy Cushion (America The)
We turned our back to a flame,
picked up a rattlesnake.
We assumed the check was paid then got up and walked away.
We expected rain on a sunny day,
expected sun then it hailed our parade.
We started the race
with an untied shoe
made a bad wish and it came true.
We left the water on and thought
it’d turn itself off.
We napped and flooded
the yard, slept through 43
electoral shooting stars.
Now we step on shit
and can’t kick the stink,
track it through the carpet
rub it deep in our feet.
The smell gets worse
a political corpse.
Like a stink eye pink
eye that only gets worse
We fight for rights yet don’t know why.
We think clean water
falls from polluted skies.
We swipe away the sun
and assume it’s night.
We strive for a change
the same old way.
Our mistakes
echo
history’s hall of fame.
We’re punchlines of a slapstick play
The newest joke,
but it ends the same.
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9. |
ImmigrantPalmTreez
02:40
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Immigrant Palm Treez
cacti samurai
summer bummer
railroad thunder
flowers mock us
from painted power boxes
cigarette silhouettes stain the streets
heat tanned beer cans
swarm with bees
from perfect weather, paradise antiques
perfect streams of immigrant palm trees
wave you down the desert’s glamorized streets
go unnoticed as native seeds
Palm trees sway Jurassic afros
giraffe neck branches
against the sky, romantic
the clouds ceramic
shine a ton by the sun
from perfect weather, paradise antiques
plush palms lined perfect and neat
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10. |
BoizN'Blue
03:29
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Bolin Jue Indio, California
English Professor/Musician/Artist/ Desert Rat from Indio, CA. I like looking at things sideways.
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