February 14th, 2012:
Crew Team
The sun also rises
At Hemmingway National Academy for Everything.
Boys in brown stand for assembly
To celebrate the 10th Annual Day
Of Overwhelming Doom
And corresponding boat race.
Deep in dress with their parents
Cakes and meringues
And the dubious mothers with dubious wishes
To raise strong, bitter children.
Well-made how-to books.
Sections with sections.
Deans invaded by the French language
The squinting readers of principle.
And goblins that let boys take chances.
Repository dances.
The students who wanted for words.
Stinky, wigging monkey boys.
Boys in sewer cults.
They edged out the rich and sick
And the older, stronger kids
In their boats with their monkey tricks
On the smooth of their lagoon.
Distorted, invincible creatures in the white shadows of the moon.
Violence gradually remitting and slowing to a halt.
October 15th, 2011:
The Blob
I oozedRight off the Drive-In screen
The fattest man you’ve ever seen.
A 1960 movie called “The Blob”
And I eased right out of it
A slob.
A constant disaster that never quite collapses
Shoved into a shirt
It then relapses.
Polyesters rub and restrain it.
Temperatures conspire to drain it.
Lapses in behavior belie its desire
For varied white dames and palaces
Long sleeve summer days
Comfortable clothes and running on the green.
A mass of such profound inflation
It’s filmed for teenage exploitation.
A monster movie on a W I D E screen.
Until my body changes tune
I belong to your measuring spoon
And let’s hope I dodge my food
Or this blob will know no equal
Smother earth
And make a sequel.
July 15th, 2011:
The Fly
I shall become a thing of
great distress
Make men take sparks on flesh
Gulp down a southern “yes”
And bother people.
The fly that flies
Swoops down on a plate of Tarzan cries
And passes ‘em out.
I am beyond thy jurisdiction.
I am the doctor and the affliction.
I am of the diseased disposition
To take off my pants
And show you my condition.
The fly that causes a European news flash:
MASS LAXATIVE DOSING:
CONTINENT BECOMES INCONTINENT.
I shall counterfeit coins
Make drugs to fool the master
Slip into the archive
And revise your Hamlet.
Phony manuscripts
Incompetent prose
Dead Latin commands
With subtitles others chose'
I shall spark wars
And have my run of the happy trench.
Wooden musician entertaining vast forests.
I dress like the devil and penetrate the convent.
Tempt the pious like mythological woman.
A saboteur of flesh and mind
All the time.
A buzzing iron fly
New prefect to the stronghold of space.
The fly that will fly
Before I am backhanded by oblivion
And die.
April 15th, 2011:
Fifteen Mountain Are Shining
Under hazy ranges in the future
I saw you in the sand
Upon the white mare with your little sons
Awake
But dreaming in strange, solid realms.
Umpatwa that old native doctor says
"Fifteen mountain are shining."
Jason Erickson (Vocals, Lead Guitar)
In addition to being an accomplished songwriter, guitarist, and singer, Jason is
an award-winning producer and arranger. He also is involved in audio
engineering, visual art and video. He will soon move on to the manufacturing
process, learning how to build and maintain complex CD replication machines and
industrial printers. After mastering the .MP3 encoding process he will become a
software programmer and physicist, moving to gain influence over production,
distribution, and someday the very molecules that compose existence. Through
these means Jason will eventually be able to control all aspects of everything.
