COMRADES: I TRAFFIC HI ART

(I have a sky chart..)

I TRAFFIC HI ART
That is the height: Mars
(Actually a blind star)
Acolytes of mine - dark..

Art that is priceless
Starts with a price since
Far more is time spent
Cart before equine gift?

Hardcore for eyes rich
Depleted of a cranium
Pyrophoric
Hyper-born
I’m secretly an alien..

“¿Secreto?” Si. “¿Extra
Terrestre? ¿de cielos?
¡Tenemos fiesta!”
¿Terrestre? !Ey, Cielos!

Confab..

COMRADES
Beyond fans
Of algorithm kinfolk
In bot land
Rock bands:
Hello liquid crystals..

Thoughts that
Logjam
Sell a viscous prism..
Hot hands
Not brands
Held a different vision:

All that
Plots can’t
Sell to itchin listeners:
All bad
Falls flat:
Television pictures

Now explode:
Power blows
Dead man circuit switch:
Power’s low
Down in souls
Yet man worships it:

Wrong source
Robs yours:
Less - more you work for it
God’s chores?
Not yours:
Rest - or it’s permanent..

God’s? Yours!
All - yours!
Yes, yours! Earth is his:
Not for
Thoughts poor
Debts adore - learn to kick..

Count the dough
Now you know
The bread for my circuses..
Powerful
Clowns are loaves
Bred for my nourishment..