Head World – JB Malory

November 25, 2025

Long evil train from techno world makes many stops
the open-ended mind collapses in brain melt
we ride bikes with gatling guns mounted in front
No no no no no no
write poems about bathroom technology in the now-times
it being the only thing that changes. Wakey wakey,
head world, this anthology calls itself
full to the top of the bowl haha with lasers
and infrared automation
the big head turns at last,
well well, the gravity well
eyes big as fists in a magnifying mirror.
Don’t worry, nothing to regret, hardly your fault
post-punk is over your head:
to explore the complexities of human existence
through reinvention, especially of tropes
not the trite, distilled rehash Acoustic Guitar barfs
so we say from the stalls between lines
on this day a millennium ago when
our great one took the last paycheck from Happy Man
smashed the acoustic guitar over Player’s face
took us beyond selfish auto-fiction
and led us to war before the draft
so it goes, but alas alas alas
screen time atrophies the soul
the little fella could barely hold a rifle
complained about wages, pah!
get back to work in the red
hog trough diesel and take off flying
birds used to exist, you know
it cannot be proven, just my word to go on,
sonny, my boy, little friend
here, have a Zero Cal, you
thoughtless knower of septic knowhow
your songs make even your close friends sleepy.