Look for the new album this spring ...
Dead Peasants Revolution
See there, over the Holy lands,
the lost McDonalds arch
over the sea
over the winds
between the digitized clouds
of moneyed imaginings ...
A toast to all, a call
to the muse, once forgotten,
now nobody, nothing, plain,
wandering the land ...
Summon the post-insurance marvel,
confounding the co-fathers,
the commercial second foot ...
about to draw ... media mad ...
Like in "Network," yes, "Network..."
Channeling theocracy they are
the Fox net whizzes
A toast. A toast.
Jelly and jam for everyone ...
Falling from grace, falling
Juniper walks in, the challenger,
the maker of tastes, sweet whispers
of things once forgotten, now remembered:
She sings, leaning into the sea, O Juniper!
"Storms, storms across America ...
conjuring up Tiamat from the depths,
from the depths, from the depths ..."
~ today's dash
by Douglas McDaniel