mineral men (2006)

i feel like a sack of shit slung to plug a levee

(emotions ain't real but they sure are heavy)

boil us down to zinc iron copper

world market dollar eighty scooped from a hopper



in a warehouse built of fractals by god

illusions determine our form of sod

unplowed due to steep rocky terrain

fortify with obstacles the living brain



make thyself indigestible, monkey wrench 

the stench associated with the bench

marks proving where turds skidded logs to float

mill jobs to japan in island sized boats



count yer blessings by the ounce and the gram

mineral vegetable mre spam





the dalles, spring 2006