The Sleep of Reason

proficy - chop pka

knowledge of what will happen
a lit footstep grid of no mistakes
unless the foot a choice then takes
to err and stray from everywhen
to say 'beaten paths are for beaten men'

On the mark, synchroneyes

autocracy is our solipsistic hand
we are all jehovah in some inner land
the plot thickens where we are weakest bled
this is a burdened muse at a bard's bird in my head

if you don't empower yourself
how can you recognize anything else

chronocracy is the knowledge of time
neither tools, nor a sentence' repetition
i'm sure the punishment suitored the crime
neither entrapment nor simple sedition

hypnocracy rules those sleeping
all told, quiet lambs in reaping
if in faith their souls then given
the deeper breaths inner striven

aristocracy should be viewed with care
kings are always perched on stares
steppenwolves with royal blood
each one jiving about some flood

democracy: share all our mistakes
all our karma, all our grief
regents then, spared everyday men
to grant them love's relief

hypocracy is the language of sex
it's the 'we all pretend' that both weeps and directs
watching mother nature clues us all into rex
we won did you forget?
is this the rerun that you once slept through.

we give freebies with the hardware
direct to the satellite
market research and pure pavlov
you're mine tomorrow, but you're hers tonight

parts per million legendary fare
sir it's churing up despair
the only true blue revolution
pure pure arab air

yes please make the contact blatant
yes it's time we dropped some masks
what the hell do you really want?
do you have to be an angel when you ask?

you brought balloons to test for the waltons
or bonanza when the lawn's gone greene
the addams family is is self intrigued and out of reach
the munsters cheese and gwenneth fried with franken furtive

stoned without much motive but the subject's such a chum
he'd never ever need to be told he was number one fifty one
as a fractal of all knowledge he'd make nonsense the sum
and make you understand all the sexual roles of your bum
or at least that 'gnothi se auton' means shag and come

let me declare oral tradition again to station
the lodges staffed by rulebooks, the wardens full of rage
franklin's fascinations with the iroquois nation
amount to pure sedition in our information age

we only tell a few a little secret or two
the best sieze and see, the rest - grow to freedom my crew
or be churled by
a horse coarse version of 'wonderful world'
by someone's tonsils curled with stiff liquor and girls
the like of which you poor bastards could never even imagine
or am i just leveraging variables of famine obscenely
for something young and gamine, strang how famine feasts your eyes
oh poor american eighteen, rotund and still preening
oh poor tipper gore and her scene, she's queen of the emotional plague
but i suppose that's just business too
our minds are simply sorted when our ignorance displays
an ancient brooding cookie through three relationships decayed
dripping like a fridge that's lied to itself for three weeks
the room was never even hot,
the knowledge on the bottle taught
quite simply that we all can talk matchboxes
or lox and stocks and bondage
and our lives become the leverage at the bank
have poets ever striven to legislate
inner languages of happiness
which then progressed to visions undressed
before the shared knowledge of all
almost denial's test
we call and say

behold: gal.it.sin
woof.no
maybe.so
almost.there

a self reflective ho and i and and we're friends in the know
"i would like you to meet my little friend"
it's a mental program called world without end
since the mind truly has chemical perception of time
we can compress your memories into an infinite line
don't push us to the hundred-fifty-second time,
sure otto, sure
just mime