Piggy Taking Inventory (For Roger Waters)

"Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air."

~ Pink Floyd, "Sheep"

Thou earth mother

during the whore of Babylon's

endless war, see the sword,

whose art made a hell of heaven,

hollow is thy name,

hollow as a donut hole

downed by Dunkies sugar suckers

Across this dirty BVD

They come in, saltless and mean,

sucking dry for purple and orange

styroafoam cup containers,

cattle car crates of donut holes,

great salty sea-vats of caffeine,

akiline and molten H20;

See their blood boil

Tremble at the knowledge:

To know is to burn

High blood-sugar zonks

the dust of freedom

moldered in solo donut hole

clusters. They cram their gassy

gutter rollers up to the bar,

slamming their BMW brakes,

coming to a halt, dead-walking

out of the morning light into

the Orange Coated Cluster Pill,

pulling Dunky air in behind them

in gentle whorls of ache ...

Piggy needs to take inventory, Piggy needs to take.

Not so lean and snaking mean, she sucks down

a donut hole as her last breath

and testament to the desert ...

II.

I dreamt of your skull & crossbones

and it read me like an X-ray machine

as you lay there, the master,

in our silence and slumber:

I skulked about the place

Lightning last night;

It licked the world mean

and Piggy called six times,

six! Just as we had discussed

the ghost dancers' return,

the rent of the buffalo,

the assassination

of Sitting Bull

Just as plasma fields, unified,

rippled in the chemtrail orange sky

as it tumbled up and angry roll

of pressure and purity

friction and dread.

Piggy called six times, six!

III.

You said the desert sheds

us of our vanity

as the wind blew a scare

up the trees

You awoke in a stir

of anger and vengeance

raving about "The Law Of 3s."

You awoke in a stir

and everyday I wonder,

why Gaia? Why? So nurturing,

so pure. Why so angry? Why!

Tremble to know the angel

of vengeance: To know is to burn ...

You said something about the dark,

but light was everywhere

in a system of pretty pearly stars

IV.

Piggy crossed the desert in a Humvee

moving eastward fast, loaded down

with software and stolen sacred relics,

as her brother Jacob threw beer cans

along the long, twisty road, northeasterly ...

Piggy crossed the desert

and the mirage followed her:

A man made of metal, in a mod

fright wig, shreeking laugh,

a blast of gunmetal, modal fire,

schist, plaster, a blast of rock.

O man, you left a mess,

tore it all up out of spite,

what a waste, this scorched earth,

bedding tossed like a body

into the garbage pail pile

V.

Knocked to my knees

but bleeding clean,

Man rises and thunders!

Three a.m., O son of Sam!

She didn't consider

that castle re-enter

When all is dark.

The message:

Clear. Clear out!

Gaia scooped me out,

sucking the cold, even,

out of the refrigerator!

VI.

Piggy needs to take inventory,

Piggy needs to take.

She leaves Ulysses on the shelf

a misquote from Sir Thomas More ...

flower petals on the white tile floor.

Then you hear that sucking sound

Then your hear

that sucking sound

Coming down the highway, Whoof!

The missing inventory includes

but is not limited to:

Three red maple leaves from Walden,

one copy of the Grapes of Rats,

one moonbeam, one bolt of light,

lots of lights ...

"I am the light taker of the world!

There shall be no

interior lighting

without me!"

Lightbulbs missing. More than just three.

VII.

Ozo sam

Urizen Man!

Christian saint,

O, house full of pain

Twisted rock

upon the oak

the river bends,

it bleeds and dries

See them, over the expanse,

the hot rubbered wheels,

the Holy lands: The dollar bill

is sinking, the navy retreating ...

O, Don't mess with Drumpf!

Of Twitter shouts,

the doctor is out

Piggy has left the bulding

crossing state lines,

crisscrossing America

O house full of pain!

Urizen man!

O Christian Saint!

A road made of sand!