may their wives eyes be gouged at the hands
of a maid who calls her dog judy
and sings
somewhere over the rainbow while the dog cries
she slits its throat hot damn
may your dogs die
may your lawns die
under the golden shower of a thousand bums
whose aesthetic convenience has soiled the countenance of many
who were not bred for this who like
their wheaties wet and their humor dry
who wouldn't know the truth if it fucked their daughter lorelei
maybe he just took it dad maybe
I fantasize on uncle jim
may your poodles rot in hell may your jiz dry
may your god have drinks with Jimmy Hoffa and refuse to explain death
may the dead seed your young with beings like you
may they refuse
to see your pain
didja hear the one about the dead whore
it's a corker i swear
she hovered over me like cracksteam she stole
your brothers heart and his seat on the bus
with her toothless grin and her black eyes
cocaine and pain is bad for the brain pops
may she be your girl for once may she live
one more day one more red sun
you heard about a boy
who used his arm like a voodoo doll
he's dead
the baglady dies the nigger dies the stockmarket dies
one of them slipped on pigeonshit ten floors above fate
1929 was a good year for death
dow is for the initiates and a wife a good thing
to have at night when the bourbon runs out
when misery runs out like the red sea over pharoah's hordes
if sight were pain we'd still be blind if god
were not so large of dick we'd shangrila
we'd sashay up the garden path with fertility in mind
we'd greet the the dame with a winsome smile
with a tiresome while
we wouldn't smell.
i knew a girl named collateral damage
who changed her name to acceptable loss
the day the cameras came and the tears stopped
forever down the run of her little brown face
and i'm a karmazakov a porn star i'm john fucken holmes
riding the ass of a thousand different oblivions
all of which leave me unmoved
encompassed by nothingness and twirling my cock in concentric circles
centrifugal force
ankle restraints and self laceration instead of vitality
i am a tonsured monk who arrived at apocalypse
with a shotgun under my teeth and a lot of questions i'll never ask
for when the voyeur is ready
the peepholes will appear like a peckinpah film
spread across the dialectical horizon
grainy edged and forever out of context
a girl object is raped and she likes it
her moans and her arms radiate toward the gods
and fall into disrepair
her heaving breasts perk she absently smiles
charlie chaplin dismounts silently and falls to the floor
cunt of existence cunt of death god is where
god is where
god is dead or he's butchering jews down at the corner
or he's strolling through the hood lookin for a date sayin
jesus christ
don't you ever brush your teeth a shot rings out
a head explodes like zapruder film and splashes the sky
beautiful man just beautiful
spatter evidence turns me on
somebody find the president's brains
scoop them into his container evanescent as steam
when marilyn arrives tell her start the show without us and for god's sake
leave the sleeping pills in plain sight
cheap bourbon and a starlet pose
bobby will you die for us martin
will you die for a dream within a dream where the dreamer never wakes
that disintegrates that is particle storm over hiroshima
that is a pile of kurds gassed in the sun your mother
reflecting her atomic structure and thinking of pond scum
charlie manson mothered me
after forceful penetration on the cellblock floor
grandma my i have you too or uncle joe
charlie's tit are as dry as the british empire
i am a camera now
i am palestinian duct tape and a box on my chest while my girl waves goodby
she was a good girl once shalom yourself
motherfucker i am a hole in the great is
across the serenghetti plain watching children dry in the sun
i am a desert quenched with pain
end without beginning pal
phil ochs like a mistletoe still clamoring for peace
some bits of dorothy stratten skull like talisman like loaded dice
death fucks a sad whore tonight in lieu of chess
she cries and nods.
I'm a 38 year old
twice divorced father of two who has mangled english for more than 20 years. I've published in imp, woodenhead, and speakeasy. the few chaps I once had are long gone as i've been in hiding for at least this millenium.