Blood in the Water

By: Gus Victoria

Blood in the water,

The remnants of progress,

Sharks circle,

Greed in their eyes,

A frenzy about to commence,

They smell your fear,

Growing bolder,

Swimming near,

Our ship sank,

Guided to wreck,

Unable to weather a storm,

Unwilling to change course,

They sense the gore

Of those weaker still,

The chum of society

Draws them close,

If sharks could grin,

Secure, they know

We lose, they win,

And now we drown,

As they feed,

Blood in the water,

Now we drown,

As they feed.

Chasing the Fairy #12

By: Gus Victoria

A ghost,

A spectre,

A feeble soul

Besmeared and befouled

Searching,

In toil shattered,

For a cosmic partner;

A soul not lost

In mind complete,

Joy near beheld,

Physical pleasure

Is known

Before all ecstasy

Is fully realized,

Plaintive cries

Thrown to the wind

In climactic embrace

Do little to bend

The iron will

Of selfish indulgence.

Corporate Wicker Man

By: Gus Victoria

The rivers run red with the blood

Of once-innocents dead.

For you they bled

And yet you decried

The violence you denied…

But we know you lied

They, hungry ghosts, wait

Wait for the time

That you cease to gorge

On the flesh,

The carcass of democracy!

Fuck you and your monarchy

To the throne of greed you bow

Fuck you and your money

To the throne of greed you bow

Terrified what to you is anarchy

But to me is democracy

Each blood soaked fist a vote,

Each ink-stained declaration

Your condemnation!

Fuck you!

The corporate wicker man burns!

The corporate wicker man burns!

The corporate wicker man burns!

The corporate wicker man burns!