Satirizing the moral heart of the country, the artist builds a bridge between ideological linguistic islands, calling out the treachery of society’s crimes against humanity and crimes against earth using humor of the absurd. The artist sardonically reinterprets many biblical parables using literary devices of riddling allegorical whimsy to paint the absurdist’s abstract apocalypse.
In the American South, The Holy Bible is pronounced “howly babble.” In the biblical story, the Tower of Babel is an attempt to reach divinity materialistically, and God’s punishment for this is to confound speech to babbling.
Here in this incoherent dimension
Descartes and Einstein debate enriched uranium
With brown polar bears
On icebergs drifting unto providence
You wouldn't want to be a fly on that wall
Nor would you expect Mexico to pay for it
Perhaps you'd tow that iceberg into Cape Town
With several steamboats
Perhaps you'd ignore the colossal irony
One might even say, titanic irony
Floating steal and iron rivets
While knee deep and dying of thirst
Evaporating thirst with steam-powered drought
That sinking feeling
Pale horse-powered deluge of doubt
Don’t ever let go the diva the delusion drowned
Her feathers still float with broken wings
Pecking order from chaos with beaks
The dove is grateful as the dead
Realizing Purgatory isn't Biblical
The Catholics made it up
Then took over The Court (7 of 9 “justices”)
Grey area looks pretty black ’n white to me
Two blacks and a hundred whites hung the apolitical branch
Morality hangs on the tree of know-ledger
Politic forbade picking non-theistic fruit?
Slithering supremacy singing coup coup kachoo (they are the egg man)
This grim brimstone acquisition
Smells of the beach and eggs
Dawn downpour of sodomite sulphur
Same mirage lost in the desert or lost at sea
What color should doves and polar bears be?
Who’s the first horse, my love, at the end of time?
Inuit skipping stones somewhere over the runway
Red carpet sunset showcases sealskin sheik
Dorthy’s serving salted leprechaun meats
A variety of flavors from the prism of light
Judge can’t retract refracted crimes against earth
So sings Chopin’s funeral march
Howlin’ babble’s gavel lands the gallows hand
The tower showers all across the land
Noah’s nightmare, nature’s fire extinguisher
Nero’s number fires mammon in impoverished dory-hunky
Flipping merchant tables, who recalls Humpty Dumpty?
Who likes their eggs hard and who likes them runny?
Side of apocalypse, my love?
My brunch is revelatory, how’s yours?
Is the ship sinking? Where's the music?
I thought the band kept playing
I thought the people kept praying
Where's the part where we tear each other apart?
What exactly is this we’re eating?
Or is it four horseman with arrows in their hearts?
Cupid, you devil, you smell of sulphuric farts
In the ass-raping wind
God hates? God hates? God hates?
Y’all ain’t just morons
You’re oxymorons
Angel-raping takes precedence over homosexual sex
And that’s all God had to say on this
All of the horses and all of the men
Couldn’t put the queen back together again
God save the queen!
Or is it, "God stave off the nihilists"?
Is it "love" or "what I think love is"?
Is it “the greater good” or the faulty mind’s menial ethics?
And what do you think a dove is?
You don’t know the ethics of ambiguity
When you say, “I want to make the world a better place”
You really say, “I want to make the world more like me”
Stiff, rigid judgement stuck in karmic lapse
Refractors of light selling hot air
To push riveting stolen irony
Across a desolate ocean of mirage
No love in tow
Fools of Purgatory, the tower of the babbling brook
They learned nothing
Still trying to fit God into a book
Creator of the eggs
Is not your personal cook
And the antichrist is MONEY
You dumb fucking crooks!