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Don't miss Tonn at the JaxbyJax Literary Arts Festival 2018 in Riverside! Tonn also frequently presents at area open mics. |
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Chemtrails
Like white paint bleeding into blue poster board chemtrails expand across the sky. Color sifts, drifts, dissipates drops. Look skyward and wonder some ask why we don’t look under blanket of deception that is so clear yet completely covers the truth. Each day of the week criss-crossing planes crop dust our astrosphere covering us with a pollen of lies. Lies that hide lies, lies that surprise lies we don’t want to know. All politics are local. Banks are our friends. Our food is safe. Presidents are qualified. The soft downy wool is being pulled over our eyes. But it is soft, light as air it seems only fair to accept what they tell us. Why would they lie? The future for us is as high as that sky. Lies cover Ferguson Fallujah and Philadelphia. Dust deadens our resolve removes our revolution. Disbelief bleeds into the landscape. |
Attila the Hun Attila’s a Hun, when he’s all done he’s got what he came to get. He’s pillaged and plundered your feelings asunder, all you get is regret. I guess it was fun with Attila the Hun it’s not everyday that you meet, the leader of a Chinese Mongol horde, that you just can’t beat. When you’ve been done by Attila the Hun your body is no longer your own. Your ego’s deflated, your body is sated, you’re best to be left alone. Attila’s a honey when you give him money, he’ll perform for you pay-per-view. Give him a reward, he’ll show you his sword, he’ll do it right on cue. Once it’s begun, Attila’s the one to finish what he’s gotten started. No army can stop his invasion of you, he’ll leave you broken hearted. |
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