Shrapnel

The Book of Graft

Copyright 2013 Roland Pepper

All art © 2013 in the name of the artists.

 

 

Table of Contents

 

No.  &  Completion Dates                     Title & Word Count

 

1960s

 

1.  1968 Tergiversation Blues  24

 

2. 1969 unto 2000-10-24             Verses of Curses 601

                                                                  Apostate Aphorism  38

                                                                  The Bellwether Blues  129

                                                                  Epistle for an Eunuch  123

                                                                  The Kith and Kin and Blues  108  

                                                                  The Shear Sheep Blues  96

                                                                  Tergiversation Pinks  68                             

                                                                  Zero for Zorro  42 

3. 1969 unto 2001-3-23                         The Plastic Fields  62

 

 

1970s

 

4. 1970 unto 2000-8-25                        The Last Sunset  115

5. 1973 Autumn unto 2002-6-7            Reflection People, The Day of the Typewriter  845 

 

1980s

 

6. 1987 unto 2000-8-30                        Through the Lens  72

7. 1987-1-2 unto 1999-11-4                   Haphazard Moon   220

8. 1987-1-2 unto 1999-11-10                 My Poems Are  143

9. 1987-1-2 unto 2000-5-11                  Pencil Pecker  30

10. 1987-1-2 unto 2000-12-11              Albino in a Tapioca Wind  309

11. 1987-1-2 unto 2000-12-11              Charnel Century  99

12. 1987-1-2 unto 2000-12-11               Naked Mole Rats  218

13. 1987-1-2 unto 2002-6-20              Whore Moon  315         

14. 1987-4-27 unto 2002-9-14             Attack of the Limp-wristed Cream Puffs  309   

15. 1987-4-27 unto 2003-1-23             Crows’ Feast  109

16. 1987-4-27 unto 2010-9-3               Kiss Off!  206

17. 1987-4-27 unto 2010-9-15             New Poem  25

18. 1987-4-27 unto 2011-2-7                Sideshow on the Mall  7,049

19. 1987-8-1                                            The Assembly Line Blues  422

20. 1987-8-1 unto 1999-11-10               Quiche Eater  124

21. 1987-8-1 unto 2000-8-30               Comic Crustacean  169

22. 1987-8-1 unto 2000-8-30              Yron Jungle  66

23. 1987-8-1 unto 2000-10-3               Nest Notes  121

24. 1987-8-1 unto 2000-10-7               Days of Shadows  284

25. 1987-8-1 unto 2001-10-12              Girl of My Dreams  68

26. 1987-8-8 unto 1999-11-10              Weak Cheese  86

27. 1987-8-9 unto 2000-9-27              Love Whisk  25

28. 1987-8-9 unto 2003-5-9                Lone Wolf  45    

29. 1987-8-9 unto 2010-1-29               Butterfly Landing  194

30. 1987-8-9 unto 2010-1-29               Dog Watch  381      

31. 1987-9-25 unto 1999-11-11              Room Service  36

32. 1987-9-25 unto 2000-8-31             Bloody Ink  27 

33. 1987-9-25 unto 2000-8-31             For Briana  55

34. 1987-9-25 unto 2001-3-20             Red Sloth Sun  87

35. 1987-12-5 unto 2000-9-13             Pigmeat on Horsemeat  135   

36. 1987-12-5 unto 2001-3-20             The Voice  79     

37. 1987-12-5 unto 2001-3-21              Vietnam Era Terra: Lay of the Grin Reaper  269

38. 1987-12-5 unto 2001-3-22            Champagne Room  439

39. 1987-12-25 unto 2000-9-12           Xmas  120

 

40. 1988-8-1 unto 2000-8-30              The Apocalyptic Monkey  148

41. 1988-11-4 unto 2001-12-5               The Last Leaf  187

42. 1988-11-20 unto 1999-11-10          Ace of Stars  83

43. ‘88 late unto 2001-3-20                 Rap Rhyme  365

 

44. 1989-1-19                                          Ahoy Little Sea Urchin  45

45. 1989-1-19                                          For John  57

46. 1989-2-19                                         Their Fault  32

47. 1989-2-19 unto 2000-9-13          Paperwood Moon  175

48. 1989-2-19 unto 2009-7-26            Solstice  118

49. 1989-9-11 unto 2001-3-19              Matzoth Moon, Catnip Sun  373       

50. 1989-11-9 unto 2000-9-14             Down in the Trenches  93 

 

1990s

 

51. 1990-1-25 unto 2002-11-13             Republican Fight Song/Trickle Down Blues  220

52. 1990-1-25 unto 2010-1-4                      Reflection  34    

53. 1990-1-25 unto 2010-2-1                Cry of the Turtle  305    

54. 1990-1-25 unto 2010-3-2               Story Hoary  83

55. 1990-3-28 unto 2010-3-17             The Neak  35  

56. 1990-9-23 unto 2000-9-19                   Tangerines & Pumpkins  156

57. 1990-9-23 unto 2000-9-19            Torch Song  139          

 

58. 1991-12-5 unto 1993-3-19               Tiffy’s Tune  62   

 

59. 1992-12-5 unto 2001-9-10             Dear Lana Bodanna  28

 

60. 1993-2-9 unto 2000-9-16              Hand Grenade Moon  171  

61. 1993-2-9 unto 2000-9-16               Two Skeletons Fuckin’ On a Hot Tin Roof  84

62. 1993-2-9 unto 2000-9-18              Turning Toward the Dance  123  

63. 1993-2-9 unto 2000-9-19              Beacon Street Eyes  119

64. 1993-2-9 unto 2000-9-19              Mashie Tattie Blues  86

65. 1993-2-9 unto 2000-11-10             Love Bug  168

66. 1993-2-9 unto 2010-2-15               Swords  258

67. 1993-3-15 unto 2004-9-15             Books of Bird Guts  166    

68. 1993-3-15 unto 2004-11-16            There is One Starling  51

 

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69. 1993-3-15 unto 2010-2-18                  Bookends  818

      1993-3-15 unto 2010-2-18                      The Hawk  201

      1993-3-15 unto 2004-11-16                     The Dove  613 

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70. 1993-3-15 unto 2010-2-18              The Sign  222

71. 1993-3-26 unto 1993-10-11             Mad Dog Dedication  384

72. 1993-3-29 unto 2000-10-11           Message to Mary  50     

73. 1993-4-27 unto 2000-10-7             Holy Nova  84

74. 1993-4-27 unto 2001-4-16             On the Eve of the Trash Man  99

75. 1993-4-27 unto 2002-5-1                       Castaway Troubadour  58

76. 1993-4-27 unto 2002-7-6               Fuckin’ A  823    

 

77. 1996-12-2 unto 2001-3-26               Monkeyshines  92       

78. 1996-12-2 unto 2002-4-25             The Camel Spat’n Shat Desert Blues  44         

79. 1996-12-22 unto 2000-9-19           Mite Magic  27    

 

80. 1999-2-16 unto 2010-2-16             The Anti Elvis Cometh!  1,044 

81. 1999-2-27 unto 2000-10-17           Black Magic Moon  266    

82. 1999-8-1 unto 2000-8-28              Blessing in Crimson  114 

83. 1999-8-2 unto 1999-11-3                Cold Cop  65

84. 1999-8-27 unto 2000-5-24            The Chamber Pot of Commerce Blues  125

85. 1999-9-20 unto 2000-8-29           Double-naught Buckshot  129 

86. 1999-9-22 unto 2002-6-20           Bull Skull Moon  135

87. 1999-11-24                                       Song of the End of Days  121       

88. 1999-11-24 unto 2000-8-30            Devastation Moon  87

89. 1999-11-24 unto 2000-8-30         Midnight Moon  29             

90. 1999-11-24 unto 2001-3-20           In ER  100

91. 1999-11-24 unto 2001-3-20            Media Moon  99

92. 1999-12-22 unto 2000-9-19         Smoky Flo  52

 

2000s

 

93.  2000-1-25 unto 2003-1-23           Friggin in the Riggin, A Panty Sea Chantey  423

94.  2000-1-25 unto 2010-9-3             Follow the Dancing Dodo Á Go-go  181

95.  2000-3-3 unto 2000-9-16            Frog Mortar Stomp  76

96.  2000-3-8 unto 2000-9-19            A Different View From My Room  72

97.  2000-3-8 unto 2000-9-19            A Worse Verse  43

98.  2000-5-24                                       Don’t Sing Happy Birthday, It’s Copyrighted  127

99. 2000-5-24 unto 2000-9-19           Heaven Let Your Light Shine Down  260

100.  2000-5-24 unto 2000-11-24      Bad Moon Risin’  72

101. 2000-5-26 unto 2000-11-24       Moon Tooth  119

102. 2000-5-30 unto 2000-11-24      Goosy  51

103. 2000-6-1 unto 2000-9-5              The Mastodon Infantry  137

104. 2000-6-6 unto 2000-11-24         Who the Brave  128

105. 2000-6-11 unto 2000-11-29        Dream Lover  48 

106. 2000-6-15                                       Message from Maria  97 

107. 2000-7-6 unto 2000-11-24          A Scorpion Drowned in My Ink Well  86

108. 2000-7-12 unto 2000-11-24        Lard Ass Rising  106

109. 2000-7-12 unto 2000-11-30       Loofah  711

110. 2000-7-26 unto 2005-2-24          Acid  230

111. 2000-8-3 unto 2000-11-24           I Thank the Great Spirit  64    

112. 2000-8-20 unto 2002-4-23        Lawnmower Locomotive  302

113. 2000-8-21 unto 2002-4-24          Image Scrimmage  210

114. 2000-8-23 unto 2000-11-3           Crows Rook Castles  497

115. 2000-8-24 unto 2000-11-30       Buffler Wings  141

116. 2000-8-24 unto 2000-11-30        Tea Time  87

117. 2000-8-27 unto 2003-4-29          The Goddess: Her Divinity  82 

118. 2000-8-28 unto 2001-3-20          Reality Read  85

119. 2000-8-31 unto 2000-9-5            Olive Oil  65

120. 2000-9-7                                          Close Shave  54

121. 2000-9-7 unto 2002-4-25            Alaska  136   

122. 2000-9-19                                       Little About Nothing  36

123. 2000-9-20 unto 2002-4-4          Rag Heads  82

124. 2000-9-21 unto 2004-11-15         He Whittles Fiddles  119 

125. 2000-10-3                                       Virtual Realty  128

126. 2000-10-4                                     Oysterman  95

127. 2000-10-4 unto 2010-5-26          Can You Read Me?   797

128. 2000-10-5 unto 2001-10-12         At the Sense it Made Time  218

129. 2000-10-5 unto 2004-11-15         Upon the Moon: Ballad of the Badlands  230

130. 2000-10-5 unto 2010-2-19          Moral Minders  160 

131. 2000-10-11                                      Rag Waving Blues  77   

132. 2000-10-15 unto 2010-2-19         Pick Up Sticks  250

133. 2000-10-16                                     Klieg of the Crags  36

134. 2000-10-16 unto 2004-11-15       Two-pipe Daze  223

135. 2000-10-11 unto 2001-5-3           Requiem for Meat Puppets  241

136. 2000-10-11 unto 2004-11-16        Freedom from Freedom  117  

137. 2000-10-11 unto 2005-2-24         The Trash Man Cometh  488

138. 2000-10-25 unto 2003-8-26       The Belayin’ Pin of Destiny  249  

139. 2000-11-1 unto 2004-11-16          Go West, Young Fan  98

140. 2000-11-14 unto 2001-10-9         Tuesday Afternoon  44

141. 2000-11-15 unto 2001-10-9          Moved My Heart to Montana  117

142. 2000-12-29 unto 2010-5-27        Hot Iron In the Cold Saddle Tonight  115

 

143. 2001-1-20 unto 2010-1-21            Musical Lyre Women  296    

144. 2001-2-20                                       Saddle the Moon  62  

145. 2001-3-22                                       The Bratwurst of Your Bratdom  122

146. 2001-3-23 unto 2010-9-1             One Big Shove  943

147.  2001-3-24 unto 2002-6-4           Five Ducks Fucking  62

148. 2001-6-29 unto 2010-3-1             Jason and the Argonauts  334

149. 2001-8-15 unto 2004-11-23       Swimming with Alligators  406

150. 2001-8-18 unto 2004-12-13        GPS  64

151. 2001-8-18 unto 2004-12-13         The Outlands  177  

 

152. 2002-3-2 unto 2010-1-26             Gift Horse  158 

153. 2002-3-16 unto 2010-5-27           The Worm of Time  90

154. 2002-3-29 unto 2002-11-11          Messy Faces  32

155. 2002-3-29 unto 2003-5-9            Messy Faces Busy Places  32

156. 2002-3-29 unto 2010-1-5             A Meat Packer’s Thwacker  334

157. 2002-3-29 unto 2010-1-6             Two Lamas Fucking  36  

158. 2002-4-4 unto 2002-9-11             For Hecate, A Jewel  67 

159. 2002-4-4 unto 2003-6-13            Belle Michelle  62

160. 2002-4-23 unto 2010-1-5           Punching Tokens in the Mouth  257

161. 2002-5-22                                        Krystal’s Magic Pepperoni Seed  51

162. 2002-5-31 unto 2010-1-14            Nuggets of Night  1,268

163. 2002-5-31 unto 2010-1-20           My Two Cents  668

164. 2002-6-19 unto 2010-9-18           Watch on the Potomac  107 

165. 2002-6-23 unto 2003-4-4            For Selena, My Little Pecan Pie of Love  45

166. 2002-7-27 unto 2006-7-25          Spam  230  

167. 2002-7-12 unto 2010-3-2             Ramble to a Preamble  397

168. 2002-7-12 unto 2010-3-2             French Pastry  187   

169. 2002-8-29 unto 2010-1-26          Union Now  187

170. 2002-9-22 unto 2010                    Black, Inc.   36  

171. 2002-9-29 unto 2010-2-10           Din Din is Soived  151

172. 2002-10-17 unto 2010-1-27          Mother of Misery  96

173. 2002-11-9 unto 2010-1-28            Dust Off  368

174. 2002-11-10 unto 2010-9-18         Mortar and Pestle  144

175. 2002-11-11 unto 2010-1-28           Black Moan Blues  243

176. 2002-11-14 unto 2010-2-1          Screeching Gull  147

177. 2002-11-23 unto 2010-2-3           Dung Bung  410

178. 2002-11-23 unto 2010-2-3            Surfin’ Lingo is Mondo Cool  241

179. 2002-12-5 unto 2010-2-3             Wing Walker  50 

180. 2002-12-5 unto 2010-2-8             @ Day 6 + 1  1,192

 

181. 2003-2-15 unto 2010-2-3              Funeral  135

182. 2003-2-15 unto 2010-2-9             Waffle Me This  174

183. 2003-2-15 unto 2010-9-19          Hourglass  100

184. 2003-2-19 unto 2000-9-19          Jitterbug Moon  126

185. 2003-8-15 unto 2010-3-1         Steamroller of Desire  103

 

186. 2007-5-27 unto 2010-1-7                 Silverfish  101

 

187. 2008-11-20 unto 2010-1-11          Ice Beams  322

 

188. 2009-4-2 unto 2010-2-9              Digital Plug  345

189. 2009-6-22, 1510 hours                 Kiss the Wine  228

190. 2009-7-7.                                        Kick the Tires, Light the Fires  74

191. 2009-7-31, 1259 hours                  Cluster Bums  164

192. 2009-10-3                                     Summary  40

193. 2009-12-29                                     The House that Hef Built  67

 

2010s

 

194. 2010-9-7 unto 2010-9-8                   Whirlpool of Stars  1,740

 

45,356  Total

 

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Shrapnel

The Book of Graft

 

 

1960s

 

1968

Tergiversation Blues

 

Tergiversation

Tergiversation

Turn your pimpled back

Tergiversation

Tergiversation

What is it that you lack,

                                                                                                              Jack,

What is it that you lack?

 

 

1969 unto 2000-10-24

Verses of Curses

 

1 of 7

Apostate Aphorism

 

Chinless males with hairless faces

Suckin’ cock for coin

Chinless wonders with hairless faces

Suckin’ cock for coin

They call ‘em leaders but dey ain’t got no peters

Congress manhood refused to join.

 

2 of 7

The Bellwether Blues

 

You bow down befo’ dey god

Balls rollin’ oan de ground

You bow down befo’ dey god

Balls rollin’ oan de ground

Take bo’s by de nose’n lead ‘em

Lead ‘em all over de muvvafuckin’ town.

 

Be makin’ a billion dollars a year

Good widdle gelding or steer

Be makin’ a billion dollars a year

Good widdle gelding or steer

An’ if you start to thinkin’

There’s kegs’n kegs of beer.

 

Make you stan’ fo’ day stinkin’ anthem

Mountain oysters of patriot’s desire

Make you stan’ fo’ day stinkin’ anthem

Mountain oysters of patriots’ desire

Bulldozers of democracy knockin’

Down people’s homes

Yo’ balls rollin’ into de fire

 

And it’s goin’, goin’

Muvvafuckin’ gone.

 

3 of 7

Epistle for an Eunuch

 

Pigs do everthang dey tole

Even torture little babies

Pigs do everthang dey tole

Even torture little babies

They gots bloody assholes and wee wee johnsons

And a great big bad-ass case of rabies

 

Pigs do everthang dey tole

Chamber o’ commerce fuckin’ ‘em up de ass

Pigs do everthang dey tole

Chamber o’ commerce fuckin’ ‘em up de ass

Get ‘em dat good ol’ prostrate cancer

Neutered like any lass

 

Pigs do everthang dey tole

Voters suck off dey dicks

Pigs do everthang dey tole

Voters suck off dey dicks

An’ if dey ain’t got no voters to suck ‘em

They go to th’ country an’ get some hicks

 

The team that gelds together

Melds together.

 

4 of 7

The Kith and Kin and Blues

 

Got cher nazis’n yer commies

Got cher dirty rotten cappies too

Got cher nazis’n yer commies

Got cher dirty rotten cappies too

Ain’t nothing else I can say

‘Cept shit is all about you, and you and you

And you know it’s true

Gonna flush yall down the loo-oo-ooo

 

Ah wonna be axin’ you summin muvvafucka

Where you gonna go when you die?

Ah wonna be axin’ you summin muvvafucka

Where you gonna go when you die?

You ain’t gonna need no snowshoes

Ain’t gonna need no club’n tie

Better take yo’ razor

Ain’t gonna need no club’n tie.

 

5 of 7

The Shear Sheep Blues

 

You thank flag for the clippers

Off with your beard and balls

You thank flag for the nippers

Off with your beard and balls

You ain’t got no manhood

All you got is laws

 

Muvvafuckin’ pigs gonna see you’n like you

Off with your hair and beard

Muvvafuckin’ pigs gonna see you’n like you

Off with your hair and beard

They’ll bend you over and pike you

They’ll bend you over and spike you

Even dough you’re really weird

You’ll really love it

‘Cause for dough you’re really weird.

 

6 of 7

Tergiversation Pinks

 

Turn your pimpled back ain’t nothin’ you can do

Turn your greasy back ain’t nothin’ you can do

You gota wife and kids to think about

And a dog and car that’s new

Gota cake in the oven too

And a motorcycle and a kangaroo

A powder puff and a case of brew

A lottery ticket and new high heel shoe

Dooby-doo

Dooby-doo.

 

7 of 7

Zero for Zorro

 

Dey gonna drop duh bum on yall

Stop drop an’ screw

Dey gonna drop duh bum on yall

Stop drop an’ screw

Yo’ homes the government’s gonna bulldoze

Yo’ kids gonna live in a zoo.

 

 

Doodles

Irvin French

1993-8-30

 

1969 unto 2001-3-23

The Plastic Fields

 

Psychedelic music notes melting

Together with plastic flowers

Thickly colors blob

Like puddles of puke

Desolate but for fear

 

In a sepia syrup wind

Existence becomes resistance

Trees clattering with plastic leaves

Hard-candy clusters

Metal larks chirp tinny songs

Howling hollow living dead

Life sans movement

Inside outside

Outside in

Cast the dice ‘n’

Begin again.

 

 

1970

 

1970 unto 2000-8-25

The Last Sunset

 

Beyond the Holy Mountain

Death wings from the Deep

Plans swelling like grapes

Nipped in the bud

Raisin in the Sun

Orange orb apexes

Pulsing like a wet ember

 

Hear me!  Ghost of GIs

I shadowboxed with phantoms

Wrestled with spectres

Pushed out along a single front

Alone but guided and girded

For war with the Whore

The twilight dies stabbed

The switchblade wind

Jabbing under an eastern cloak

Shroud the ghost

All along the coast

Coffin lid the day

Call it a wrap

 

The fiery rim hisses

I snuggled in the dark loving

The future I thought I had

But thank you from heart’s

bottom for the illusion.

 

 

1973 Autumn unto 2002-6-7

Reflection People

 

(The Day of the Typewriter)

 

Verse one

 

Oh and woe owed

Ode to thee snickering classmates and scholars

Boners boned with dirty collars

Attack not he holding aloft the mirror

For he makes the frame not the reflection

Of heathens false unto themselves

Speaking without feeling and who cannot think

Morons of a no-principled generation of psychopathic

Amoral, asocial, a-holes

Woe to thee few that ye are not rot

But for some reason have someone to get lost in

Would that you could never knowing a friend

Being a stranger in your own land

‘Twere t’other lewd, drugged portion smells no better

Nor a single girl can cook and less stay dressed

In public he only reflects what he detects

Like a good boy smoke and mirrors cast.

 

Chorus

 

Where have all the virgins gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the virgins gone?

Long, long time ago

Into whoredom everyone

Into whoredom gleefully sold

For a wad of paper no silver or gold.

 

Verse two

 

Ode to thee thin as a cubist plane or late cubist

Warping, twisting in space canting, ranting, chanting

Media puke out your nose bilge in the ears

Of the backstabbin’ cowards you call friends

Trustworthy like a fart in the wind

A crystal being of pure transparency

Upon pure transparency a brittle world built

Tesseract, Shadrak, ‘n’ Apeddigo

To a mere shade of diluted human essence

One drop of paint per five thousand gallons of thinner

Plus a fleeting shattered shadow here and there

Your only substance abstracted from true love

Emotion, calm and cool

Jet set groovy new generation fool

Distracted intellectuals, capitalists

Newspaper perverts, bubble-bellied stuffed shirts

Condemning millions on a misplaced comma

“College bums,” you agree

Safety shielded behind your wall of self-righteous

Logic lewd like a lounge lizard

Confusing as the yackety yak back room of a Chinese

Laundry the ticket to picket lye and sigh, dye’n cry

Whitewashing our news criminals should be pressed

Starched and hung for too, too much this owed to thee

Reflection people, reflections of true people

Reflections of reflections, echoes of echoes

Your snotty-nosed brats unfortunately reflections of you.

 

Chorus

 

The world is not like you make it

Because you believe something doesn’t make it true

The world is not like you make it

You gotta bloody asshole, you think it blue.

 

Verse three

 

Owed to thy cowardly crafted polished fine veneer

Of quivering logical lip, lick, lock

Your slurping spear tongue dipped in feces to poison

Through boots like a punji stake

Your rapier tongue thrusting and darting

To parry each probe of truth flickity quick

As a schizophrenic hummingbird

Stamens like dingleberries on bung hair.

 

Chorus

 

Dey’s two fo’ one in de moanin’

A sco’ fo’ de dey is froo

Dey’s two fo’ one in de moanin’

A sco’ fo’ de dey is froo

You wonderin’ why you is crazy

Mo’ sides’n a tesseract cube.

 

Verse four

 

Owed manhood steady as a quaking bubble bath

Bubble dancer at a porcupine convention

Quivering afore a red hot needle poised

To blatantly burst your burstable

Bottom, bottom very

Burstable bottom blatantly burst... Blam!

Edit your flickering tongue lashing each publicly

Puckered pubic drop plucked

Of undeserving nectar leaving your shit

Behind the fireplace andirons red

Iron bubble hard to grasp

Twice slippery as an oiled

German made

Ball bearing

Brightly never the candle shine

‘Twill melt the mist of thy wackity wack-wack soul

Revealing:

Too much cha nothin’.

 

Chorus

 

You’re inna heap o’ trouble, baby

You’re inna heap o’ trouble now

You’re inna heap o’ trouble, baby

You’re inna heap o’ trouble now

You’re a bad-ass bare-assed naked in public patriot

But you’re being milked like a cow.

 

Verse five

 

An ode to thee quicksilver flowing t’where lowest

To slither easily on bye-bye without standing ground

For humanity all smugly smug in your sluggy shrug

“What can I do about it?”

“It’s a sign of strength to accept what you cannot

“Change.”

For a dollar gonna make you holler

Don’t want you old boys to forget that

“It’s a sign of strength to accept what you cannot

“Change.”

 

Chorus

 

No where to run to, baby

No where to hide

No where to run to, baby

No where to hide

Hekate’s hounds trail for me

I got my buddies in the sky.

 

Verse six

 

Owed the death of Babylon

Sexity sex set

Singsong

Ding dong

Ringworm

Your way in lands afar, jet set zoomer

Perhaps they’ll let you visit one of your camps

Taking your camera and wrapped in your flag

Film them and torture them

And force them to perform Heftners

“Lak ever’ good ol’ natural healthy red-blooded

‘Merican bo’ wonts ta do, yuk-yuk.”

Yea, go on and yuk-yuk your ass away

For yet another corporal hath arisen.

 

Chorus

 

All de little sheeps done goan to de pasture

All de little sheeps done goan to de grave

All de little sheeps done goan to de pasture

But all de little Mens dey was saved

But all de little Mens dey was saved.

A+

 

 

1980

 

1987 unto 2000-8-30

Through the Lens

 

Through a lens brightly

Darkly brightly through

The cusp of the crux

Of the crust of this biscuit

Shone exactly what you knew

 

Through a lens brightly

Darkly brightly unsightly

Wrinkled brows and surfing cows

Ammonia dawns like light bulb owls

Time staged the final coup

 

Through a lens brightly

Darkly brightly through

For a speck of a moment infinity

Became the vicinity

Creation began anew.

 

 

1987-1-2 unto 1999-11-4

Haphazard Moon

 

Two if by sea

 

Enchanted lugs scoop out

Narghile folds thick

Scalloped cherry delight

 

Beam on Moon elephants

Herds of lava dogs

Ice lice infested

Bay with the Sirens’ song

 

Three chefs by the Over Hogs

(They hummed along)

Leprous mushrooms capped

Luna tuna and manatees

Diana’s dugong dogs

Seal the deal together with

 

Neptune’s son a wet web threw

The sizzling net king crabs drew

Seine sacked battleships back

Unto the Cyberian Tiger cocooned

 

Lobster-backed blue crabs

Snapped a sea lion to a whale

Cod only fathom a curlew’s

Toll on a humpback’s stripes

Anointing narwhal’s freedom fencing.

 

One if by land

 

Where nauseous naked monkeys dance

The streets prance

Ants but no pants

Praying mantis taxed

Suckin’ out grasshopper juice

Casting the husk hammered sluice

Fire tempered and holy waxed

Flagged with emergency management

See-it-all hardtack faxed

Crow the cock, lock, shock

Hayseed chicken feed

Barn the Beast’s lusty feast.

 

Three if by subspace

 

Shy slice a Moon seat

Splinters in winters

Bummer in summer

Shears’n row-butts united

Limited unlimited incorporated

Benighted and unholy

Comin’ on in there now, sows

Row of butts touching

Toes dirty dugged American cows

One eye bloody

One eye shitty

Unholy celluloid gritty

Grease your bungs

Paint the rungs

Shirts of Brown came to town

‘N’ Polly wanna dollar.

 

 

1987-1-2 unto 1999-11-10

My Poems Are

 

Training bras for the mind

Training wheels for the time

Trees furry with birds

Soon fuzzy blooms under

Choo-choo sans blossoms

In a speckle-backed notebook lapping

Between Bookends of Forever

Shaking the Pillars of Heaven

Over the Watermelon of Passion

And the ol’ Cantaloupe of Desire

Clutched on the Artichoke of My Bosom

Tripping on a brick of time

Keystone of scale-backed rhyme

Over diamonds and rocks crinkly

Reflecting the love of the candle

Hopeful the Rainbow of the Sun

Between Twin Peaks of Passion

And the Rockies too, to

A serendipitous lemon in

The puce brick road

‘Neath a humdrum sky yawning wide

Ho-hum drum and beetle-bum hide

In sneakers sneaking

Underhanded treading

Mice men without account or balls

Who pray to rags tacked to sticks

And the genitals of the female

Of the fell species.

 

 

1987-1-2 unto 2000-5-11

Pencil Pecker

 

Wanna ‘cord it coz

Bored of it

Horde shit

A lord hit

Can’t afford spit

Popeye lit’n fit

Spinach to wit

Peppermint Breath

Panamint Death.

 

 

1987-1-2 unto 2000-12-11

Albino in a Tapioca Wind

 

#1

Doubla double i i

Neon Amos’n Isaiah solid booked

Argus with a peacock shouldered

Stylus down Mountains of Memory

Lowland future bouldered

Patch-eyed binnacle glinting

On a pinnacle fore and aft

Serbian subs on velocipedes

Handlebars hung with guts

Jap subhuman bloomin’

Red rivers ran

Squirmin’ German

Jerky Turkey

Destroyed by whores

The beginning of the end

Thirty bakers kneading

Seventy-two conjured gingerbread men.

 

#2

Numinous nativity

Pompous proclivity

Kon Tiki freaky

Radium stadium

Radon moron

Fishing with boron

Rods from a masque onion

Birthing promises of Hell

Fair, machine-guns and cotton candy

Under-loved and over randy

Drop your sick lizard

Choke your joystick.

 

#3

Agnostic nescience

Ignorance nostrum

Placebo on de griddle

Bo janglin’ wid dat ol’ fiddle

De ol’ time ‘ligion

Anglin’ from de middle

Gonna soft-shoe fo’ a gumshoe

Flippin’ dem ol’ jacks

Shuckin’ dem ol’ corns

Drippin’ gorilla snot’n spittle

Strummin’ a guitar riddle

Mahomet buffin’ up dem ol’ horns

Raccoon coats’n tails

Five cent cigars by pails

Choppin’ moppin’

Behold!

 

 

Maze

Gwen Boyd

1997-4-29

 

#4

The Anti Elvis cometh!

Nicker up yer sleeve

Copper smashing stain glass

For that yer gonna grieve

Yo! Yer Nibs!

The sibs call dibs

Can’t elope ova to decide

Calf caul ova every ewe eye

Sensuous epithelium

Liver sliver’n youngins

Bunions’n onions toasty

No jackpot cheese just holes

A bubble of no resolve.

 

#5

Nabob albino in a tapioca wind

Wave yo’ fag rag

Oh say how gay

Vin rosé ‘n’ Lynn ‘ho’s

Crazy Daisy ‘n’ Lazy Mazy

Rocking on hobbyhorse three

Mechanical bull and riveted turds

Naked monkey squat to pee

Horn born for a spit

The barbecue pit

Penitents porch

Whip, gouge, break and scorch

Narthex of the West

Apse of the East

Ramparts of grease

Pounds of yeast

Lap lasses

Chaps’n naked buckaroos

Ain’t got no pants

Ain’t got no shoes.

 

 

1987-1-2 unto 2000-12-11

Charnel Century

 

Butcher house blues

100,000,000 murdered on the downside

Bustles and high-button shoes

Civilians without clews

Mustache wax ‘n’ spats

Model Ts ‘n’ flags

Werewolves and vampires

When the shit god patriotism

Ruled the rude rood

Unchallenged but septic sterile

From the Titanic to the Panic

From turds to serbs

Through nips and nazis

commies an’ cappies

Oceans of blood

Twix shit mountains

Book-ending Hell

Patriot bungs bleed fountains

Reamed by hyenas on a planet

Owned by rich cowards

Waving flags rolled

By a scarab

And two bums crappin’

On a cankered bush by George.

 

 

1987-1-2 unto 2000-12-11

Naked Mole Rats

 

Syrup pancakes with blood

Rapid vapid issue tissue

Where will the masters go?

Sticky summer of fuck

Sucking the udder

Murdered in the gutter

Shit eaters from the gitgo

By barrels since the Shitty Sixties

Judges lick fudges from pig assholes

Giuliani’s New York coward commandos

Their Viennies up his asshole

Their wiennies down his sass hole

Cancer of the colon

Long-dogged corn holin’

 

Blind ‘ho’ Libra

Sensory depravation

Caws crows of woes

Descending upon them

Like beetles in the corn

To foes blesséd woes

Wrapped in a box with bows

Mahound flicked his Bic

‘N’ licked the wick

The fuse of a candle

Dynamite deemed the same

Fame a flame a pillar pylon

Lambent electricity on a blanket nylon

Flung over overcoat wooden

Shoes’n sox in a pine box

Stabbed to a slab

In a pig’s eye.

 

Juries of coprolites

City councils

Chambers of commerce

Gargoyle queers ‘n’ ‘ho’s

Coucho Gaucho

Groucho poncho

Twitches bitches

Twits’n twots

Scathing raving

Gutless sots

Eunuch uncles

Lesbian aunts

Gonna teach us

Give us a what for

Preach us’n reach us

They are what I squat for

 

Blithering Congress fidgets

Blithering pig/soldier idjits

Midgets with digit widgets

Voters and lawyers upon you draw

The Texas Chain saw of Justice

And I never had one lesson.

 

 

1987-1-2 unto 2002-6-20

Whore Moon

 

Ms. Liberty!

Nubile textile donning

Crown and clown gown

Sheared asunder under

A bridge like swamp sold

In Florida and Ophir gold

Witness her groom of doom fold

Smoking unto a spangled triangle

Her putrid panties nestled

Maggots in the muff

Noisome’n noisy

Nacreous nascence backed

N’blanketed thick

As midnight on a boxcar

Pillaged by her Lobster Mobster

Singin’ The Crab Back Blues

Shadowed by a mechanical swan

Mirrored in a mirror down

An echo doubling into itself

 

The Whore!

Sickle pickle sluice the goose

Hairy clam the juice loose

Ladybug, a scythe cycle

Boy comin’ ain’t named Michael

Wiping with a pettifog catalog

Pages ripped and zipped lightning

Bug in the outhouse frightening

Two in a twin twice crested

Uraeus crowned pooper

Housebroken and potty trained

Mosquitoes and a scarab

Readin’ Death’s junk mail

A Book of the Dead abstract

Page by page

Cake by layer

Coffin by casket

Strata by epoch

 

Columbia you twit!

The bald scald cooks books

Golden crispy bad guys history

A baked goose roost subcutaneous

Quick mellow candle-fingers dare

A dick under thick night nebulous

Starry rivers balsa rafted

Wafted nimbus dreams of Currian incense

Curling radio halo waves warm

Gloriole sheathes cloaking DNA wyverns

Guarding a stone rheostat

The Pure Mound’s gateway

Curtains bull elephants of snow

A deer in the headlights

Frozen like a TV dinner in December

Palms rolling bones blasted

Bowling coconuts like tumbleweeds

Fence posts wearing marshmallow hats

Freezing toques quotes jokes notes

Black rhinos storm

An albino rhino swarm

Horned and horny

Kneels before the bloodshot Eye

Of Horus, chorus

Harz Mountain canary

Thrush for a rush mush

Dogs sangin’n twangin’

Rousin’ dose rebels

Thick peace to the way stopper

Came a cropper

Over the Valley

Over the Valley

Darth Maul twirls the mall

Devilish dervish

A Whore Moon beams

Cantaloupes of desire

Watermelons of passion

Kumquats of crimson.

 

 

1987-4-27 unto 2002-9-14

 

Attack of the Limp-wristed Cream Puffs 

 

Hermaphrodite hyenas coated blue

Permanent erections,

Haut monde rejections

They don’t truck with no scum

Painted balls in a puke factory

Mercury with a quicksilver camouflage

Both sexes bloated and dicked

Coward-assed broad-assed over chairs

Cycles sagging saddle bags of fat

Yellow feathers and hernias bagging

A diaper-load douche bag

(May the little babies forgive me)

Book industry butter balls goo

Dipshit pecksniff editors PU

Politically correct vigilantes

First readers all wear panties

Taketh thine infinite variety

And thine infinite diversity

And crammeth it

Up thine infinite asshole

 

Bloody bunged rump-sprung bug dick hung

Radio hate talk show spew

Limping with a pants load

A gimp and a blimp hates hemp

Add limp balls Limburger stew

Coming in on a leg and a lung

A yellow wing and a sewer

Coon-ass dragging

 

Sylvania Sambo,

Doughy Doughboy of Democracy

Doughy Doughboy, all floury powdery poo

White Cloud Puff Daddy

Wishy-washy and flagged out

Hail! Marshmallow Man, Mr. Staypuft melt to

Aunt Jemima

Mr. Charmin’s main squeeze

Scorch on the porch your all meat paddy

Ratty Daddy but new unto

Eunuch Mr. Clean and Mr. Green Jeans lauding

White Tornado Black Panther eschew

Puffin’ Fresh the American patriot

Shitto heads a-callin’

Michelin Man

Buffed up to snuff and ready for a tussle

Stepping into his bustle

Gives Hamburger Helper a hand

Job only Muffler Man can

A reach around grand

Reads one-hand magazines ogling

The Dutch Maid

Underpaid

Overlaid

Afraid

 

Bloodthirsty Republican

Bloodthirsty conservatives

Vicars of Impossible Love

Brand X hex’n vex

Yellow-bellied chicken!

Time to take yo’ lickin’

Finger stickin’

Countless tender children smitten

Lay down yo’ flag

Lay down yo’ rag

Drop yo’ mike

Up skirts hike

Prong that bung with barbed ball bat

‘N’ you sangin’ de

White Collar’n Holler

From Camp Oliver North

With gusto, grits ‘n’ gruel.

 

 

1987-4-27 unto 2003-1-23

Crows’ Feast

 

Sumptuous at a roadside stop

Raccoon doom

Flat meat

Vicious delicious á natural

Underdone to perfection

Raw to rejection

Head poised to peck impaled

Stewed, brewed

Festering putrescence

 

Possum pancake on the bake

Pack-a snack cracks for dippin

 

Flat fare

Road waffles

Skewered on an image

Nailed to an adobe wall

Served on a Tex Mex asphalt plate

 

And if she never saw another banjo

Harmonica or a noose

She would buy a big fat yellow balloon

Throwing a tantrum ah poo

The barred door grated open

Entered a hoodwinked priest

Domino obscure

Bible in his hand

Sprinkled holy water

Burned incense

Came to bestow dubious parameters

Upon the road kill of the millennia

 

 

Blimp Chick

Melanie Trundle

1995-3-8

 

1987-4-27 unto 2010-9-3

Kiss Off!

 

Jingle jingle

Tingle tingle

Tangle bangle

Galvanized kids

Shot from Keds

 

Eagle Man eating from a garbage can

Run, piss up your alley if you can

We thought he was God

That is what they taught us

Lime Caddy controversial

Under the bimbo tree

Over to Bimbo Bay

Strictly commercial

 

Foghorns on Bimbo Bay

Bellows of full bosomed fruity

Throaty and lascivious sounds

Concord grape from behind trees

A cornucopia encyclopedia

Off a bad time putdown

On the grounds a Continental caboose

On the loose a moose

You could mount a spare on her butt

Bustle hustle rustle hustle

Get thee behind me Saran Wrap

I see thee through

Like a pane in the ass

 

The waxy cotton slob of thine passion failed

Mary on the au googol macho

Will not stiffen your resolve

disco to á go-go

acid house

rave up

Around and around

Mirror globe evolves

Diamonds of disaster dancing

 

Not if your ass were grass

And Ice Cream Man

Caped and masked

Good humors in bloomers

Boogie á buggy an’

Batty in the belfry

Natty as a palfrey

Airing tender places

Daring manly traces

Became Lawnmower Man

His sole lawnmower mightier

Than the Abyss

Miss you would much.

 

 

1987-4-27 unto 2010-9-15

New Poem

 

Interlude Gertrude

Hoax ‘n’ change

Cringe the fringe

Riders on the range

A suicidal binge

Unhinge

 

Quaker

Shaker

Baker

Fakir

 

 

1987-4-27 unto 2011-2-7

Sideshow on the Mall

 

Yea sally unto The New Jerusalem

The Messiah hath Come

The Circus is in Town

 

Hubba hubba hubba

Step right up ladies and gentlemen

For a measly fourteen trillion dolla’ come right inside

Mad Dog Barrack Hussein Obama’s Travelin’ Medicine Show

Ring Massa Osama ben Laden

Hubba hubba hubba

 

Come inside and see the freaky old folk left to die

Like crickets with rickets fields of thickets of pickets

Having slaved for rich trash all their wretched lives

Allowed to eke out an existence in the shadow of the

Corpocracy

No longer serving them in their helpless decrepitude

See them pull the plug on the grotesque cripples of all ages

Young, old, little babies, big fat ladies

Like a tribe of savages naked in the bush

Hubba hubba hubba

 

Watch the veterans this stinking country

And the rich trash that own it

Owe their nauseatingly hideous

Stomach-churning existence to

Wallow and die in their own filth

Hubba hubba hubba

 

Serves you right

For waving the rag

 

Mad Dog Barrack Hussein Obama’s Travelin’ Medicine Show

Step right up n’ step right inside

Fourteen trillion dollars a ticket

And what have ya got to show for it?

Endless wars the last one lasting

Nine years and countin’

You cannot walk the streets because of the criminals

You cannot walk the streets because of the cops

Hubba hubba hubba

 

Step right up

Cost of entry your dignity

Your property

Your freedom

Your soul

Mad Dog Barrack Hussein Obama’s Travelin’ Medicine Show

Step right up

The show’s about to begin

Hubba hubba hubba

 

Clowns on the Grounds

High noon

Showdown

The circus pulled into tax town

Cherry blossoms pink popcorn

Floating on the smallest bit

Confetti the seedy Potomac

Dimpling daintily the drink

Sideshow hiking its burlap robes

Yoke uxorious black bridal gown

Freedom’s halls all burned down

Bloated citizenry forgot to frown

Sans shame

By design knowing foul unsound

 

Clown Downs

Look!

Look!

Here come the clowns

Bonzo ‘n’ Bozo whack paddy armed

Hi daddy-O we mean no harm

Rube you shoe unglued you from the farm?

The disgrace bent to tie his lace

Do-wackka do-wackka do-wackka do

Chew baccy, paddle whacky

Do-wackka do

 

Slideshow

Hubba hubba hubba

Fetch my rubba

Over here lusty lads ‘n’ lasses

The underground has

Become the overhead

Hubba hubba hubba

Fetch my rubba

 

The world’s tallest midget

The world’s shortest giant

Lady Gidget the Midget

Gonad the Ball Bearing

Shade more than compliant

See her fidget on digits

Widgets and a Bridgette

Quite compliant

One man’s band

One-handed heroes

Their own stations

Cowards all

Cut their rations

Less than zeroes

 

Gander the sideshow bimbo

Lusty Lady Long Legs Laura

Banana

Utterly ludicrous

See ‘em bare inside

Floppin’ wild without harness

See her magical blistering dildo disappear

Watch it vanish with celebrity celerity

Into her smoking vagina

Sans posterity knees over earphones

On blue volume

Blinkered dodo

Anus, nostrils, mouth, all holes plugged

Making that pucker sizzle

As a tooth the dentist drills, dear folk

Video rodeo cream-filled Oreo

Bleeding that sucker broke

Aging that fucker— stroke

Stroke, stroke

Thrust and gyrate

Smoke

Smoke

Dancing and prancing full measure

Your wining and dinning pleasure

Viewing ‘n’ spewing

Masturbating leisure

Ladies and Gentlemen

But you get no treasure

For it is theirs!

 

Bemusement Park

The Shake ‘n’ Bake

 

Round and round

Hosting lugs of corpulent pears

In pairs up circular ladders n stairs

Shaka like-a Cuisinart

Shake ‘em hard out shit squirts

Up ‘n’ down

Hi ho o di-no-saur

Festive lights hurled to heaving heights

Color them happy, oh! cheery color

Fat’n  happy slappy

Zoot suit ‘n’ gum snappy

Gender blending

Fender bending

 

Hurdy-gurdy

Be all dirty

Hurly-burly

Late n early

Barrel organ

Eat your sorghum

How does your marijuana grow?

With shiver knells

And liver noels

And one fucking pepperoni plant

 

Here Come the Clones

Blitzing

Kibitzing

Red nose eclipsing

The Sun rises not

On Washington’s Monument

Cuts a deal at a tollgate

Gravy thickens and quickens

Woe and suffering animate

Hyperion delirium

Querulous imperious

Transcending tomato-nosed

Feathered frog-finned flappers

Prostrate rappers

Pennate clappers

Pinnate cappers

Whoa boa

Oracles in oriflammes

As toilet paper reared

Smeared, scraped on a curb

Dog Shit City

Dropped like a stinkbug and flushed

Pinch a loaf

Release the pigeons

News divisions

Media derisions

Smidgeons of religions

Thanks for the trust

Yuk yuk yuk!

Phfzzzzzz!

Seltzer water in the face

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelings?

Shake

Shake

Bzzzzzzzz!

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelings?

Phfzzzzzz!

Seltzer water in the face

 

Fortune Smeller

Mechanical gypsy tin bandana

Wrapped around her head

Fish breath and a skeletal umbrella

Evil eyed appalling

Raggy on a riot diet

Waikiki waist pants ballooning baggy

Knew his rue answered blue

Flushed the loo on his shoe

Mummy mummy

Behold the dummy

Ratcheting to a halt

Slack jawed

Overawed

Fell apart

Peace by piece

 

Step right up an’

Marvel at the world’s fattest man

Fatter’n a can of Spam

Sausage bloated but no ton of fun

A raft of dough, barge of woe

A yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

No tun of pun

Appreciates sugared steak

Savors the flavor

Sweeter ‘n’ Reeter Skeeter on a peter

Kinda like a clap shoot

Without the crap and clay pigeons

The gloop an’ th’ poop

Pelted with hollow point twenty-twos

By Becky Bucko on a bronco

Like shooting blanks on beds

Ducks in a gallery

Children underfed

Yells “Reelect the dead”!

 

Hey rubes!

Peek show

No blow

Dig the pubes!

Over here you want to see

What it means Ms. Liberty

 

Ferris Wheel

Buckle down the bottom

Swing to the top

The strong of stomach

Vomit on the summit

Puke the punk

Barf the narf

Few view the true

Ferris wheel ride

Ride, ride o daddy-O ride

Hi ho o di-no-so-war

Ride

 

On grounds abounds

Jugglers juggling jugs around

Tumblers dizzy as pigs in the mash

Presenting acts not facts

Hacks womanizing the racks

Pranks not tanks

Planks not ranks

Through the sycophantic rubes

Nuts with sticks rolling rich fruitcakes

Adam’s apples ululating sound

Hoops and Fruit Loops drown

 

Jester jingling cap ‘n’ Hell’s bells

Yuk yuk yuk!

Jester’s head on a stick

Yuk yuk yuk!

Smells like Hell shakes ‘n’

Bakes makes

Your bells knell

Yuk yuk yuk!

Joke, choke, croak

He a funny makes

“You can vote”

Serious waxes

Matches in Natchez

Show no fear

Thirteen clowns a-tumbling

Politicians on a roll

Cheese logs of warts

Tumbleweeds

Bindle stiffs

Juggling Molotov cocktails

Dust dry

Working the herd cometh

 

Fiery gypsy babe, the

Chestnut blonde, blue tattoo

A cigar smoking kangaroo

Joey firing a Thompson too

Further enlightened diamond dust threw

As cheroot smoke blew

And from the hip machine-gunning

Marching mindless ducklings

Ugly to a quack

No way back

 

Hubba hubba hubba

Step right this way

See the awe-inspiring Fat Lady

Shady Sadie

The world’s fattest anorexic

An emergin’ virgin

At her coming out party

Five hundred thousand billion million

Pounds of quivering blubber

Qualifies her front of the bus

Seats reserved for freaks

Non-freaks to the back too bad for us

Wringing hands and farting Banana Songs

Slinging brands and singing bandana wrongs

Pledging rights for the massive throng

Proud of her stinky star-spangled thong

A bowl of jelly she raves, rags and rants

I got your fair chance in my pants

With your flag hag

Oh, that flea powder I gave you

Was a box of fleas

 

At the turnstile ticket up

Thrill on the rides of the Chinless Wonders

Rides, rides, we what gots rides

Rides the tides, Hellfire strides

Abides ‘n’ chides

Your gilt guilt precious to pernicious

Seeking your hides with sharp knives

Afflicts you with hives

Pirates of the Potomac

Plunderers ‘n’ blunderers

Not in the least aromatic

Step right up for the Nauseator

Around and around she goes

As your taxes rise higher n higher

Burp bags at your own expense

Rides, rides we what

Got cher rides

 

Fabian the Fire Eater

Working the grounds

Toasting marshmallows

Burning bottoms

Dragon Boy from flipside

Texas Heat Wave

Hot sauce bridges the boss

And brakes the spinning world

On indigestion at your confession

Away boiled the moat

 

Pitchforks and pinchers

Torches ‘n’ lynchin’

Bull Snorter your Butt Burner

Last meal recension

 

Have a cigar worthy citizen?

A beet-nosed baggy boy offer

Not much of a Man but, light?

Have a cigar on your Czar

BAM!

Oh! Did um explode?

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelings?

Phfzzzzzz!

Seltzer water in the face

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelings?

Shake

Shake

Bzzzzzzzz!

Yuk yuk yuk!

Phfzzzzzz!

Seltzer water in the face

No hard feelings?

Shake

Shake

 

The All Wise Know-it-all

Pretzel me this

Thou who list on the lip of the abyss

Living’s nightmarish n humpbacked

Overvalued n scads hairish

Would you prefer to perish

In your parish this capitalist utopia

You who ballyhoo their endless affronts

Under a rock sautéed in estrogen sauce

Viscous custard mustard Gary Owen owin’

Shallow pockets

Creaky sockets

Rusty sprockets

Custer Pie had his clock cleaned

Got his fortune told

Blithering atrocifying idiot

His bell rung his bung bunged

Bluster on the muster roll

Needful of asbestos long johns

At Little Big Dick

 

Is it bigger’n a breadbox?

 

Would you this life clutch

Bunghole of Existence

Hamsters in a hutch

Dingleberries unnoticed

Decorating the Larded Gentry’s anus

Shit thick smeared rear

Ringing buffoons’ bottoms

Behind oafs’ asses kneeling

Patriots’ at a salt lick rank and file

Uniforms cool chill ‘n’ grill

Serve with a dill pill

Bitter on the shitter

Drill drill drill

 

Untitled

Berry Jim Jack Delarosa

1997-6-5

 

Titty City

Walk this way

Talk this way

My booth here

These freaks are neaks

We gotcher grotesque burlesque

High-heeled ‘n’ high-kickin’

Quaking long tons of living flesh

See the PC hippo chorus line

By the lion cage manhood not touching

Behold eating cotton candy clutching

Strings anchoring a barrage of helium balloons

Platoons of buffoons wearing baggy pantaloons

Bureaucratic picaroons autocratic poltroons

Quadroons octoroons wolfing macaroons

The Larded Gentry’s Potomac Brigadoon

Little Lord Fauntleroy overdue a flogging

All in miniature scant as their courage

Satan relishes long pork on rye

Mud in your eye

Rolling in spates ‘n’ splats

Canes and cravats

Females ‘n’ males naked in

Uncle Sam hats ‘n’ spats

Amazing

Nostrils afire

Eyes blazing

On your knees for lethal hazing

 

Carousel from Hell

Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along

Merrily we roll along, over the deep blue sea

 

Carousel

Carousel

Weee weee weee

Naked rich girl, dizzying social whirl

The tin gypsy sang to you

Roun’ ‘n’ roun’ the town hoedown

Smeared colors, blood or drugs

Pork barrel pigs, bluecoat thugs

 

Horses skewered by barley twist poles

The noisy nights

Fairy lights

Airy heights

Harrying hounds bleeding rabid dog bites

Misty hemp wreathes forbidden delights

 

Underlies snotty ties

Underoos ‘n’ fancy dos

G-strings n boxer shorts

Screwed blue ‘n’ tattooed

Blown and sown

Cuckoo sans a clue

Should have leaped for the stars

In lieu of reaching for the hand of Mars

 

What’s that in the sky?

Banana cream pie

In your eye

SPLAT!

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelin’s?

Clean you off?

Phfzzzzzz!

 Seltzer water in the face

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelin’s?

Shake

Shake

Bzzzzzzzz!

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelings?

Shake

Shake

Phfzzzzzz!

Seltzer water in the face

 

Here, friend, shake

Bzzzzzzzz!

What a shock to meet you

Dog Shit City

A rancid titty

No hard feelings?

Shake

Shake

Bzzzzzzzz!

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelings?

Shake

Shake

Phfzzzzzz!

Seltzer water in the face

 

Fortune teller

Oddball feller

The tin gypsy

Folding back the flap

She grabbed the sap

Come into my booth

Tell your fortune handsome

To Sister Ruth?

The crystal ball knows all

I can see you are a scrappy chap

Be seated on your battening cushion

The crystal ball knows all

I see two eggs in a sack

Knocking together they crack

A nest egg you lack

The yoke’s on you

A monkey humping your back

Its hand out, eyes sad in pout

Pressing to your temple a snub-nosed snout

For a donation to its nation n I see

Here come the 500 pound gorillas

Whiplash snap and crack

Scars crisscrossing your chump hump

Your plump rump

Tit tat toe in bloody weals

Starry-eyed stripes

Naughts and crosses

Hugs and kisses

The commonweal hisses

On them the rich man pisses

Yet no payment dare misses

The Larded Gentry thanks you

You know this is true

They let you parade

On the Fourth of July

 

But we had free TV

 

The Fire Eater Mr. Blister’s Sister Lyster

 

Hey mister, you too sister

Step on the scale?

Guess your weight?

You hauling freight?

Naw naw naw naw

A feather in the other scale what you say?

Ten dollars is all you pay

The inflation nation

I guess you cotton to candy willed

Rotten dandy crème filled

Milady tube-steaks thrilled

Naw naw naw naw

 

Damsel on a Dentzel

Chaste sweeping an arm for rings

It takes a lot to laugh, a train to cry

The Legendary Bob Dylan sings

Her Victorian virginity upchuck brings

Mythical morals less than the merciless Ming’s

 

Ten tin pazoozas to ride a model

Switching horses high fashion throttle

Deep dwellers in black asphodel

In the ocean of the starless night

 

Huddled in a swan he watched

Sombrero low, and poncho wrapped

Lone Wolf knew a thing blotched

Destitute devastated crapped

Heard to scoff

Seen to cough

I want off

I want off

Or your lives

He snapped

Brandishing a water pistola

A Coca-Cola

An old Victrola

A seltzer bottle

And a golden gondola

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

 

Flatfoot Boy

Canoe shoe

Let old times done be gone

Pour the wine we’ll drink your health

Your face lemons

Aw! Is um wine vinegar?

Phfzzzzzz!

Seltzer water in the face

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelings?

Shake

Shake

Bzzzzzzzz!

Phfzzzzzz!

Seltzer water in the face

 

Bulova Bulova

Bulova Bulova

Calling all cars

Calling all cars

Blue Clown Down

Blue Clown Down

Blue Clown Down

Blue Clown Down

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelings?

Shake

Shake

Bzzzzzzzz!

Glad they could buzz off

Phfzzzzzz!

Seltzer water in the face

Yuk yuk yuk!

Yuk yuk yuk!

 

The Sword Dancer

Dervish devil on the level

Dishevel the revel

Bevel to the rebel

Twirl! Twirl!

Whirl! Whirl! Whirl!

Oh! The gay whirl

The blight of our lives smears

Smudges blotches spreads

Begs stripes, demands spears

Dash cake eat bread instead

 

The Tattooed Freak

Reading like a porn mag the tattooed

Freak juggles power tools in his sleep

In a burlap nut sack sans testosterone

Boasting big dollars ‘n’ canes ‘n’ spats

Slights the lion tamer a gal disgusted

Before the big show boots dull dusted

Kicking cans and manhood busted

He learns his virility has some rusted

The happily hairless banker thinking

Oppression the better part of wealth

For the people that is runs

Looking for a servant

Looking for a uniform

Hubba hubba hubba

Fetch my rubba

 

Crackers Quackademe

Hubba hubba hubba

Step right up our newest attraction

Shooting gallery

See the quackademe crackers

Waddle all in a row

Dry, crumbly, and dyspeptic

Bloating, belching,

Nausea, heartburn

Massively un antiseptic

Pear people with messy butts

Penguins on a shrinking iceberg

Grilled, dilled, billed

By a canvasback quack

Friends and neighbors

A duck of no waddle

Muddle in the huddle puddle

Melting smelting

Hyping happy corporate hookers

Corporate cannibals nasty animals

Everything they know is wrong

Bunghole lappers

At-the-switch nappers

Fey and gay

Lock ‘n’ load

Up the toad

But I digress

Brook no delay

Step on the scale see what it say

Boing!

Spring has sprung ‘n’

All the little birdies are in their nests

dead.

 

The Booth of Truth

Sister Ruth & the booth of truth

Before her demise tin gypsy saw

Ersatz Humans, gestalt cat’s-paw

Mites in the flour, pillbugs in the hall

Stinkbugs in the bedroom

Bedbugs in the straw

Cities in heaps, lawless law

Fat rich trash go pshaw pshaw

Bellies of quivering jelly guffaw

Guffaw.

 

Faced Tin Lizzy the mindless macaw

Plumage rare none at all

Bland and gawky way too tall

Its beauty renowned

Stood on the carpet

Slapped around

Ran to see Dr. Know-it-all

 

Roller Coaster

Undulating foothill ululations

From a bounty hunter’s throat

A red hunter’s federal warrant

Blood spilled enough to float the showboat

Scrawny necked Adam’s apple

Squirmy like a greased shoat

Unchained, a profaned religion to a goat

Cowards with guns their law bellies bloat

Transitory migrations of the esophagus

Uglier than Mr. Aloysius Snuffleupagus

Who could eat their feast unsavory

Bought by youth’s blood & bravery

 

Peek Show on the À go-go

Bending over spreading buns

With Vaseline of absent funds

Use spatulas get the runs

Makes it fun

Greedsourcing

Greasing the silo for the big guns

Corpocracy’s meat missile in tons

Gridiron to pig iron

Cough at trough

Greedsourcing

Ho ho ho

See the big fat bailed out CEO

They have no force

Worked like an ox

Treated like a dog

Pissed like a horse

Raked over coals

Then divorce

Of course

The horse

Why the famous Mr. Ed

And Francis the talking mule

Here dancing for a measure of your pleasure

 

Look!

Look!

Here comes a clown

Yuck yuck yuck

Yuck yuck yuck

There goes a clown

Cartwheels handstands unicycles

Fangs, claws, shivs, machineguns

Brass knuckles shillelagh: the old

The infirm, the diseased, veterans

Even amputees euthanizing daily.

 

Dr. Know-it-all

Pretzel me this, miss

Thou Kumquat Twat

Dove of Love

Passion Pigeon

Driving Hell’s Highway

Heavenly revision

Victory sans hickory kiss

Wager me this

If life were bliss beyond the grave

No government marauders

No peppermint slaughterers

No people like you

Would you choose to live?

 

No.

Saving grace a lace border tasseled

Hassled our bruised souls wrassled

Compensation for souls braving

Life, work, loving— shaving

Cudgel stout heads knotty with staving

Big ol’ blue boys not worth saving

Blood splashing a whitewashed wall

Down the Rotunda, down the Mall

She be de rich ‘ho’

Eatin’ high oan de hog

 

Be axin’ questions be

Pretzel-ed a conundrum

Dentzel he be a-wonderin’

Shakin’ ‘n’ bacon

Bakin’ ‘n’ rakin’

 

Freak Show

Hubba hubba hubba

Boy named Bubba

Red state on the plate

Step right up

Over here, deer

Blinded fast by fast headlights

Fame the game they greet you

Step right this way to eat you

See the amazing Rubber Man

Full compass your wincing derision

Four points, no joints, foul decision

The human pretzel

Straight like a corkscrew

Tongues his own bung

Astonishing!

 

The Butcher Shop

Step right up

Into the coroner’s tent

Apple dumpling cheeks

The steel spokes creaks

Shoulder slobs of blobs

On spindly legs shish kabobs

Send ‘em to the chop shop

The coroner’s got ‘em

His meat cleaver’s spoken

 

Lay ‘em out

Cut ‘em open

Chop ‘em up

Scope ‘em

Rope ‘em, dope ‘em do

Hell poised in the offing

They ain’t people

These be sheeple

Ride, ride o mommy-o ride

De coat day be say so

 

Ms. Nipples

Hubba hubba hubba

Fetch my rubba

For one thin tin ten trillion dolla

Step inside an’ see

The largest dugs not on the bottom of a cow

Squinched phiz betting a hassle

To roil and rake her castle

Quince green sucking a lemon, a lime

Back at the castle many a vassal

To save her from this unsavory Nazgûl

And this unsavory poet chap

 

Down and tied the tent flap

The show closed

Main attraction action

 

The funhouse wan’t no fun

Its theme death and decay

Down from the walls the zombies come

Mingling with the pooters without delay

Chatting up rubes

Schmoozing boobs

Glad-handing cubes

They all look alike to me

 

Training for the cloverleaf

Interstate demolition derby

Here’s to graduation

Bumper cars with electric whips

A shepherd’s crook angrily sparks

Overhead

Ozone bitter to taste

Taste like waste

All that remains

The dodgem car pavilion

Silent and afraid

 

Cans and cups

Tumble rolling

Paper like sails

Of the black ship from Knossos

Plowing litter

The main attraction faction

Packed the Big Top

With the camel’s nose snuffling

The toothpaste of the tube.

 

Hurry hurry hurry

What? Me worry?

This way for the main attraction

Under the Big Top

A faction for action, Jackson

Two Knights of the Faith

Lead the wraith

Flag-eared chimp

A gimp with a limp

A stripe down the back, Jack—

Yellow as the living fossil

A colossal apostle

That holds its reins

Gives it a jostle

 

The Big Top Bop

Under the Big Top

The Dysfunctional Family Circus

Shall Jerk Us

 

Ladies and Gentlemen May I direct

Your attention to ring number one

For your edification and substantiation

Thirteen tons of fun

Trained elephants never forget

Neither can they learn

Going through their paces in

Pink tutus but without graces

Clockwise and counterclockwise

Forelegs on backs

Fucking and rucking

Tons of shit in stacks

Snaky trunks sucking

Each’n others’ cracks

You know these ol’ boys

Belong in sharecroppers’ shacks

Bombs ‘n’ guns ‘n’ unrighteous wars

Ships the dips are nay but whores

Great big fat ol’ bare bottomed asses

Circling opposite elephants dancing

Crack the whip without a slip

Hind hooves steppy step steppin’

Tiptoeing ballerinas schleppin’

Beastly circles change direction

Off they go pumping prancing

Dainty in frilly pink bloomers

Ravening rapacious Sooners

An aching boil begging lancing.

 

You may wish to peruse in ring two

Other demons you choose to abuse

Yourselves  the longsuffering classes

Here we see your braying asses

Bucktoothed pinheads prongs in bungs

An’ mouths bigger’n largemouth basses

Massive overbites and heehawed lungs

Sans respect and love the masses

Humping bumping schlumping schlongs

Thinkin’ lasses lads ‘n’ lads lasses

 

 

Balloon Heads No. 1

Scimidar Belrankin Odsbokins   

1996-1-6

 

If you will

Direct your attention

A treat of canine acrobatics and derring-do

Circling the jerk

See the Dogs Of Fire

With Visions of Vietnam

Jump though the fiery hoops

Barbecuing themselves to perfection

 

For the main attraction

May we have a volunteer

From among our lovely fans

Or is everybody chicken

A paltry poultry people sans power

Men who drink not beer but

Viagra by the barrelful

A Niagara of Viagra

Per limp day

Oh! Here we go

There’s the chap

 

Witness the cross-eyed sharpshooter

Coring apples for a lobster mobster

Toting moneybags and a potbelly stove

Where his abdomen

Now replaced by a modern

Drive-by ventilation system

Beside his bored ‘n’ abhorred wife

The first step in true romance

And ukulele armed Tiny Tim

Singing their obsequies

Tiptoe Through Two Lips

All would be

Ho Kay!

Quick draw rooter-tooter

Sharpshooter fire away!

Oh Kay!

 

Are you not men?

Who will volunteer?

To help demonstrate

Deadeye Dicky shoot her .38

Standing on a galloping horny horse

Lady Godiva sans stitch or remorse

Must I call upon the ladies?

Ah!  Here’s a brave man

Step right up, sir

Don’t mind the stiff boarded

Sawdust on the blood

Put this apple on your head

Don’t worry about justice

Now you’ll soon be dead

 

Now for your entertainment

And further estrangement

G-string and pasties unclad

A lion tamer lashes a bevy of bankers

Swaybacked fatback bellies as tankers

With chair backing an’ whip cracking

Leaping through rings of fire like dogs

Walking on hind legs

Balancing destines of

Millions on red noses

Lashes on asses pink

Verily doth flee bare bottom

Hospital escapees

No dignity allowed

 

The Great Seal balances a ball on its nose

An endangered species, everyone knows

Flaps its flippers

Bursts all zippers

Dropped the ball

Stuck in the craw

Sucked its toes

Wore pantyhose

 

Suffering all barbarity

Because they can vote

Which few do take note

Snowy doves in a cote

Served on a platter

Roasted but savoring

Their masters’ gloat

Succulent squab steaming

On a tray arrayed

Waiters tote

Rich diners bloat

That’s all she wrote

The last note

Uncorking a $500 bottle of wine.

 

Ring massa yea he be sayin’, verily

Attending the side rings, queens and kings

Lads ‘n’ lasses, elephants and asses

The new castrati

The news castrati

Quackademe

 Castrati all

 

Tip o’ the top hat

Salivating dogs that you are

Trains ‘n’ boats ‘n’ planes ‘n’ things

Speed to feed the Circus Maximus

The bread of the dead

Fresh meat, indiscrete, tax’n th’ wuss

Both deaf ‘n’ dumb

You raise no fuss

They strip whip strap stab

Shoot loot trip lip slit

Drown down pound hound

Mass murder waxin’ the wuss

If you do not cuss

Get off the bus

 

 

Natural No. 31

Mort R. Hamminger

1997-4-16

 

Each czar rides a yellow unicycle

Tumbling wherefrom somersault rolls

To a stance, pulls down his pants

Spreads his cheeks

Through his reeks each

Claims to be Saint Michael

 

Before your attention to the big ring call

Shrouded in suspicion the curtain of gall

Pagan Olympics naked sweats enthrall

You must know how to butter your stall

Million times more where they say you all

Down the land of cotton where they crawl

With bellies gumball sheriffs enforce baseball

Or drug down the slammer kick punch maul

Kilroy was here & mum scrawled on the wall.

Ooooo!

 

O’er the main showing, blowing—

I see ‘twas impossible to conceal from you

The activity transpiring overhead

Beneath the spreading canvas top

A very nonpermanent firmament

The village shittery stands

Thuggery buggery schools for shams

Gay priesthood crams precious messes

In the peanut gallery Valerie trunks

No excuses or a steeple bearing

A people of no virtue or courage

But innumerable filthy hands.

Ahhhh!

 

May I direct your attention

High over your vulnerable heads

Death defying in fearless ferocity

Regardless of truth, justice, and atrocity

Hurtling airborne at precipitous velocity

Without clothing forethought or animosity

America’s own

The Flying Bungtinis

Clap clap clap clap

Ooooo!

 

And the star of the show

Tarzana from Texarkana

Who should grovel in the sawdust for crusts

Instead of airing her wares on the high trapeze

Feature the creature in spotlight bright

Tarzana the Trapeze Tart

Nary a stitch dugs a-flubbin’

Twat a winkin’ needs a drubbin’

And a scrubbin’

Blasts a fart

One liberated constipated

Ignorant arrogant

Rich bitch witch

Ahhhh!

 

Yeah she be sayin’:

Grab me by the horns

The bull by the thorns

Pray I not grab you by the balls

Less than men more like

Lacks there a handle to clutch

Rabbits in a hutch

Empty of jam and jaws

There is no net below

Venue of vultures

A bug-scented blossom’s one thing

A rose is a rose is a rose

But I am glory on the wing

I am everything

Ooooo!

 

Weak sheep who fathom only

Static: visceral fishmeal baloney

Tripe ‘n’ whitewash ‘n’ balderdash ‘n’

Endangered abalone

Listening to weird music

Eating only macaroni

Put feathers in their caps ‘n’

Whale shit’s on the bottom of the ocean

Down around the phony

Ahhhh!

 

She tumbles like a fumble

Heart all a-jumble

Tarzana of the Trapeze

Ms. Tarzana Raws nee Bungtini

Gets pie-eyed splashed w/martini 

No man’s squeeze, freeze, please

On your knees

Her carnival of the diseased

Family all scrambly

Reaching, breaching

Corporate leviathans beaching

Ooooo!

 

Letting go the rung

A hole in her bung

In the air she hung

The awe-inspiring

Death drop

Caught by her lover

Unlike any other

By his dangling schlong

 Ahhhhhhhhh!

 

Ladies and Gentlemen . . .

May we direct back your attention

To the big ring our main intention

The stupendous tremendous

Amazingly awesome

Breathtakingly fantastic

Spastic plastic

Unbelievable incredible

Implausible improbable

The famous Amos

Shamus ignoramus

Writ of mandamus

Congressional Cluster Fuck!

Ladies and Gentlemen

In the main ring amuck

In the muck where the buffalo roamed!

Ooooo!

 

Behold the chinless contortionists

Congress seething sexual congress

Extortionist quiver and they shake

‘N’ quake like bowls of jelly

Cannot tell a Felly from a Nelly

Baby’s blood oils its wheels

Its greed burns, a ball of worms

Writhes ‘n’ squirms no less

Fucking

                                                                                    Sucking

                                                           Rucking . . .

Ahhhhh!

 

Screwing spewing pestilence it sperms

Seething the slithering knot solicits

A sword in turns raked from the grate

Crushing bones stuffing funeral urns

Moans ‘n’ groans

Drones on thrones

The genie’s out of the bottle

Toothpaste out of the tube

The camel’s nose in the tent

They pissed against the temple

Pissed against the wind simple

Squeeze its heads like a pimple

Make the snake

Shake ‘n’ bake

The wimp’ll poop its pants

Carry its piss in a sieve

Not give us permission to live

On the squat it’ll splash its shoes

Malevolent with snot pay its dues

Back against the pockmarked wall

Slither, me mud wrestlers, slither

Oooooo!

 

Slimy

Smarmy

Swarmy

Greasy

Oily

Slippery

Slick

Oleaginous

Unguinous

Unctuous

Mucus pukus

Twisting turning jacking whacking thwacking

Attributes and emotions of humanity lacking

Ahhhhhhhh!

 

Behold Congress!

The Grand Cluster Fuck

A pyramid of power

A neon squid to scour

Dicks in ears

Assholes corned

Pricks in noses

Mouths deep-horned

Hairy clams reamed

Abortions born

A pile of poop

Adorn the porn

Pussies on pussies

Gimps, wimps, chimps,

Simps ‘n’ wusses

No matter what sworn

Legs are smooth

Faces shorn

Fierce ties

Vapid lies

Our ribs aside

These bums a thorn

Poisonous

Ooooooooo!

 

Tongues in pussies

Tongues in bungs

Tongues lapping spittle

Tongues lapping dungs

To the tune of a fiddle

None well hung

Dildos in bungholes

Dildos in dungholes

Skip a rope

Fire with dope

Stretch a neck

Fun by heck.

Ahhhhhhhh!

 

Now galloping around center rink

The bare-assed bareback rider

Isabella Fink

Doing saddle handstands

Scissoring on the brink

Two holes wink-a-wink

Stark naked ‘n’ unaffected

By decency ‘n’ never rejected

Not a phony sleeps with her pony

Circles the jerkles, empowered Erkle Merkle

 

“You know not justice,”

Scissors her legs airing her holes

“Just what a bust is”.

Ooooooooo!

 

Overhead like scales of justice

Teetering long balanced poles

The fabulous Daredevil Doofus’s

Do not balk to tightrope walk

Over a savage self-centered

Ignorant ‘n’ arrogant

Grunting dung heap

Of pampered swine refined

Hear the bleats of sheep

One slip then edged with chalk

Down below squeal ‘n’ squawk

Perfumed with excrement

And that’s just their talk

Ahhhhhhhh!

 

Stark the Ark

Nerf the Serf

Mark the Nark

Lance the Lark

Chimp Man Baby Bush

Chinless Cheney

Antsy Nancy

Reed th’ Weed

Onna bona fide fucking spree

Ever without you, she ‘n’ he

But not for free

It’s on TV!

Ooooooooo!

 

Ladies and gentlemen

Boas and triangles

May I to your attention call

Entering now the foulest hall

Theater of the Cluster Fuck

Circus of Horrors

Sister Mohave ‘n’ her snake Lobby

Roping in this seething swarm

Swine sounder corralled on the farm

More pleasant do way less harm

Hue and cry spread the alarm

Political scum we must disarm

They suck to her tune

Lick bungholes to her whim

Murder millions abroad

Think compassion is sin

 

For our noses, roses­

For their eyes, flies

Ahhhhhhhh!

 

But . . . but . . .

What’s this light that breaks upon us

In a glittering explosion of pixie dust

Pledged to destroy the economy or bust

Loyal only to that maniacal upper crust

Bailing the billionaires our families bust

Their messiah came from a foreign land

Benevolent smile and club a-hand

Him in the center flaring his robes

Butterfly dark without any clothes

The king is naked.

 

Now may I introduce to you

The fact you’ve feared all these years

He who hath the potency of

The Christian triumvirate

Allah and all his Arabs

The Hindu Vishnu, Shiva, Brahma

Without further pause

Comment

Caesura

Or comma

The Master of Disaster

The Bull Goose Loony

The Ringding Geelong Lama

Barrack Hussein

Spend-‘em inta Hell

Obama

Ladies’n gennlemun

 

Hi ya kids

Hi ya, hi ya, hi ya

 

Hi ya Froggie

Bye-bye

 

Deep within the rude rubes

Red ‘n’ raw ignorant people

Devoted to be of little worth

Ventilate flesh in rolls, folds

Slabs tubes exponential chins

Bloody bungs brand new brogans

Beneath the big top, three rings

A feeling stirred announced by

A cell phone call from Hell sings

In arrears, horrifying fears

Payment overdue

Hell’s Bells

Hall’s Balls

 

The fat overbites figured it safe

Barricade billions snug in bank

Wrists unlocked disaster airing

All for glaring nary fairy caring

The Cluster Fuck in horror iced

 

Within the bowels of computer deep

Defaults reality to quantum stratum

Avalanching upward sparking gaps

Jumping genes a golf ball virus

Pockmarked, spiked —

Received a new digital datum

 

DNA altered copied quickly

Changed the order compiled thickly

Action at a distant instant

Caused a cell phone ring

Under the big top

In the Circus of the Damned

 

All Fall Down!

 

Behold!

The trapeze artists catch acrophobia

On the run with those that abscond

Like turkeys through the corn

Chiefs of the Hairless Flying Pussies

Hussies free all laws Tarzana Raws

Princess Ha Ha

Née Bungtini, loved linguini

Prayed to Houdini

Prayed for a weenie

A big Blue Meanie

But the beastly beds of politics

Scams made ‘n’ coffins stuffed

Savory juicy green peppers of

Rice and spice

Ground beef for the teeth

Of weasels and women fit

 

A jingly gritty ditty rang

Sang a shitty kitty in the city—

Prime time crime gorged

Alarmed slime when

Rhythm laced rhyme

Way to say a cell knelled

Chimed the time Big Ben

Bodacious

 

 

Woman Reading

Regimental Artiste, Boderland Helmholtz Zbrodalski, BMF.

1996-7-28

 

Down came graffiti walls

Blind statues and frescoed halls

Scales on their backs

Crabs in their craws

Bigger wallets harder falls

Tarzana realized she had no balls

Time to pay the piper dread

Down down down

Rained the naked dead

 

The tightrope walkers

Unbalanced stalkers

Inner ear infections waxed

Teetering fence sitters

Interred rail-splitters

Tarred ‘n’ feathered

Riding rails

Passengers in a linear green limousine

Boom! all fall down go

Boom! all fall down go

Boom! all fall down go

Boom! all fall down go

 

Switch-a-fyin’ Confusion

 

The fire eaters gargled with gasoline

For throats soar belched

An’ farted gouts of flame

Fire breathers with indigestion

Head erupting in frames of flames

Saintly blessing after confession

One-a too many-a spicy meatballa

A burned match head begged oppression

Ate TV news like vultures corpses of foxes

Believed it all without discretion

Newspaper views bundles of rags

The mailed fist once obsession

Now a Hessian without aggression

A yoyo on the á go-go

Chased after the dodo

 

The sword swallower contracted tonsillitis

The acrobats vertigo cannot backbite us

The fan dancer a grasp like Midas

The geek the fire eater’s bother

Six of one, half dozen t’other

Blood drank discovered their mothers

Sans hairy chests, balls, or chins

Lacking which they lacked druthers

Waxed proficient at growing udders

Gold a pillow under to hide

A kitten smothers

The weightlifter tore a hernia

Lion tamer lost her head

Oh! No!  Oh! No!

She might be dead

Hoopers found their hoops

All Möbius strips instead

Sadder than ticks without dogs

 

Our esteemed audience

You are witnessing self-destruct

Like with the Carter barter

War criminal Reagan beggin’

Papa Bush hintin’

Clinton squintin’

Baby Bush focused

On wealth n stealth

Our Bahamas mama

Hussein Obama

Happily shall pins stick

Into his voodoo dolls

 

That ol’ slow fire of microscopic eaters

A mass decaying of its own rottenness

World’s highest paid plutocrats

Pear-shaped rotund acrobats

Feats of contortionism perform

Heretofore thought anatomically

Impossible simultaneously

Pulling rickshaws to the docks

 

In a twinkle

Behold the neaks gain modesty— shove in

A flock of geeks ‘n’ freaks bound to riot

The nasty seek relief in odd vestry coven

And the chief geek sticking to a veggie diet

Dance-of-a-Thousand-Veils Fatima

Two-headed Dolphin Boy and Snake Lady justify it

Porn bread ‘n’ fed ‘n’ stuffed with farina

The contortionists pretzel-ed so they can’t untie it

Color her torch and crown with a pussy patina

Poncho the flag rag and, aye spit

On the oily Fat Lady now skeleton skinny

On the tightrope, vertigo aplenty

Rosy the Riveter in a micro-mini

The Moocher big brass balls clinched

Vis-à-vis bat eyes, shivered & flinched

Break dancing Gyro Pyro, incompetent tyro

Stag puissant phiz twisty

In a twinkle had to tinkle

Defenestrated

 

Ring a-ding-ding

Tocsin belled the siren warning

An alert horn signed the signal

Bayed the beagle

Soared the eagle

Red gilded flourish launched the

Plague rat packed corsairs Cap’n

Bear Itchy coarse hair coat wrapped

A sharper sharpener commanding

A carpenter with a magnetic compass

Excalibur and an insane dream

Made the scene vulgar

Rather than obscene

All a-high the blustery main

A battering wind, a hard rain

 

A symphony of cell phones

Set singing tinkle de-dee

Tinny ting ding-ding dinging

O’er the Earth ringing

O’er the deep blue sea

 

Waking at a funeral

Godfather boxed and blossomed

Cold meat in the can on the slab

Signals muffled a second phone

The offering from Papa Patrón

In his pocket calls him at home

At the living stake a second stab

 

Sitting up the corpse the mourners rap

Of skullduggery, thuggery, buggery boo

Digital pistols’ rank increase

Frightens the spiritual saps

Crease skulls as iron warps

Bands around barrels of bungs

The thug steps down to flames

 

In the pockets of the deep

Disturbing worms asleep

Dead climbed from graves

Zombies yawn and stretch

 

Danced at raves

Blasted down stalls

Rampaged at malls

Flattened the cubicles

Smashed pharmaceuticals

Crushed scientists mad

Quackademia bad 

Of a sudden, out’n the blue

Hands wrung, briefs wet

Documents shredded

Too late to jet

 

The masters loved those that nailed you up

Paid their bills, equipped, bought them sup

Yea, even they, fathomlessly unpresentable

Brobdingnagianly marvelously preventable

Poor excuses for a cripple crab encrustation

Manifestation of a septic vermin infestation

Subterranean scatological clique

Sans rhyme, rhythm, rule, reason

Only shtick

Be nimble Jack candlestick

Quick!

Zombie clowns boiled up out of the sewers

 

Giants dealt blackjack from pits

To midgets walking on stilts who spit

The clowns psyced, triked, unloosed

With pistols, Tommy guns, and quilts

The bare-assed bareback rider

Chaps without flaps

Stole a saddle

The girl hosing animal shit quit

The concessionaires on impurities tattle

The hoochie coochie girls won’t air a tit

 

The spiel czars swore not to deny it

The strong man’s afraid of the dark

Barkers howl at the Moon to defy it

Digital ink the swill of the lark

Pissing on hydrants aplenty

The dogs of democracy sniff anuses

Ads for perfume and paper attuned

Line bird cages ‘n’ cat boxes aplenty

For less than a penny

Make haste and paste for the loon

 

In dust, must ‘n’ rust the hillbilly cast

Bell crashed and bashed rippled crust

Sent the coon-asses drag-assin’

Sagebrush ‘n’ a lariat hoot ‘n’ Hell

Beamed on bumper cars tracked

Cracked like grapes will never be

Cask and cork

By a split rail fence ‘n’ parchment

 

The carousel rusted into a line

Horses crashed, swans disembowel

Reindeer barked, elk howled

Punch, pickup, verse, rhyme

No more artists paint by the number

The Ferris wheel lays flat like a dime

Chorus girls air somebody’s blunder

Lumber, wonder ‘n’ woe

Shrills and grifters slumber

Grafters and drifters

Yea day be a-sangin’—

 

Ferris’s lazy black-eyed Susan

Sunflower on a tower flopped

Mimes recite Ghetto Boys rap

Straight the razor stropped

The roller coaster flat like a strap

A pipper of a zipper

The ring master needs a map

 

But his nose works

Peppermint from a crematory

Stack contacts sacred cracked

Shacked ‘n’ nick whack paddy

Whack give your doggy a bone

Ride off on the women rape the roan

Banks rob us all

Slake with foam

 

Electrical stench smacked

Of two matches struck

Fatback, tallow, ‘n’ hardtack

Fairy floss declared illegal

Crisps ‘n’ chips fed the eagle

Fairy cakes ‘n’ biscuits

 

The tattooed freak had surgery laser

The bearded lady works for Gillette

Nothing left to amaze her

The broad with the stockings of net

 

The unicycle riders bought tricycles

Now juggling checking accounts

Dancing bears crashed their bicycles

Tutus twisted around their throats

In traction with bulls and mounts

 

The weightlifter wears silk panties

Nylons ‘n’ thongs if nobody’s around

Roustabouts drink tea pinkies all snooty

Giggle not making a sound

 

The lion trainer’s on a chair at a mouse

Large mustache, muscular biceps, whip

A training bra worn under her blouse

From bully to coward with nary a slip

 

The boobs all sported degrees

Lazarus stepped into the grave

The rubes stomped the Jaycees

Witchdoctors fled the nave

 

Grandstand bandstand

Orchestrated musicians on mescaline

Loopy hoopers & goofy hoofers lanolin

Swabbed of masculine robbed mobbed

Mannequins lolling past on palanquins

Hubris thicker’n lazy lard

Untouchables slammed in lockdown hard

Paladins what ain’t they pals

Gals what ain’t they sows

Thick skulls, thin skins

Piled aplenty foul trash bins

Dumpster divers, frog fins

Hairless chinny chin chins

 

Cows ‘n’ bulls direct attention

Rings one to three dimension

Unto the present declension

Big ring housing main attraction

Time to hose ‘em down

Where’s that clown?

The joker with the poker?

Fire the flamethrower!

 

The religious toked marijuana

Caught clubfoot adopted muumuus

Cast down their Prima Donna

Ballerinas pooped their tutus

Divas warbled Belladonna

Scheduled precise choo-choos

 

Olympics crashed and burned

All the girls shaved their backs

Rich innards to butter churned

Quaffed estrogen

 Cocktails munch

Hormonal snacks

 

Fill in the blanks, banks

Lo! the ignorant lessons learned

Thanks for the tanks, Yanks

Or were buried in the rooster vault

Of dawn

 

The nasty pyramid of the Cluster Fuck decomposed

Slimy bodies entwined, enlivened, let go, collapsed

Pustules and festering sores where they balled

Short-circuited many a big ol’ fat porcine synapse

 

No golden parachutes this time settling

Chamber pot of Melting Pot holdings slung

      Given the ol’ heave-ho into incandescent kettling

A Bessemer converter

Molecular soup

Overboard flung

 

To every miscreant engulfing a gumdrop

Melting in the acidic homogeneous glop

On the bottom of the Stomach of Destiny

They grumbled ‘n’ bumbled ‘n’

Dropped the ball.  Oh! it was jes awful

Too late learning morality from lawful

Fumbled at the rumble the Mountain of Shit

Flags flapping ‘n’ a jaunty Sunday bonnet on it

Died and crumbled a gritty shroud

 

Draping broad shoulders

Chinook and his uncle Hobnob

His sister Gwen and cousin Rob

Bore as sediment flooring seas

Planting trees

 

Send in the clowns

What’s the rush?

Just evil in the toilet we now flush

Hot and tuckered?

Ol’ rat race

Phfzzzzzz!

Seltzer water in the face

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelings?

Shake

Bzzzzzzzz!

Yuk yuk yuk!

No hard feelings?

Shake

Phfzzzzzz!

Seltzer water in the face

Hit with salami

Then a tsunami

 

New Jerusalem at the gate

New Jerusalem arise!

Send in the clowns!

After all, it’s your funeral

 

Cross over the river

Cross over the river

Come across the river unto me

Cross over the river

Cross over the river

Come across the river be Free

Be Free

Be Free

Cross  the river and be Free.

***

 

 

The Snooty Guy

Regimental Artiste, Boderland Helmholtz Zbrodalski, BMF.

1998-2-27

 

1987-8-1

The Assembly Line Blues

 

I watch today or another day

Shit comin’ on down the line

On the same or another day

Afraid to check the time

They are all the same

They are all the same

Like the parts

Like the parts

Like the jobs passing

Like the passing jobs

A 4th dimensional smear

Doors to vans to nowhere

Fade to gray despite the color

 

The headaches scrapes cuts

Sprains pains bruises burns

Backaches cramps

Blains and stains

A bottle of aspirin & band-aids

Per month

On come Friday

Cone of my zone

Oh, come Friday

Monday morning five A.M.

Awakening to smell the coffee

First I had to make it

 

And I

Before a reality attack

I, I was inserting a grommet

Or was it a grommlin?

A gremlin with a gripe

A golem?

Punched with the thought

Stamped poured and/or flared

That I had been forever here

All I knew and I’d ever know

 

It seems that I’ve been slurred

Smeared like something a shoe

Forever and a day doing

Whatever the Hell it is I’m doing

Over and over and over and over again

In infinite seconds each an eternity long

 

The assembly line marking time

Mark, mark, marking time

Deafening cacophonic symphony

Concert of industrial evolution

The solution needs dissolution

New Constitution bar pollution

Treadmill millstone

Tantalus

Sisyphus

This game knew

 

I ever too fast in the glue

The goo of my existence

Trapped in nightmare rigorous

Grueling not vigorous

Down wearing meaningless

Ocean of motion

Lotion emotion

 

Never see the day

Never night know

Brutally grueling forever

Amen you are condemned

You were born and have to eat

You shit not without a yellow slip

Under the sole of a rich man’s shoe

Forever and ever

Like I would never die or

Lived and been condemned after death

To the cold of corporate Hell!

Never die and never ask why

An eternity on the line

To what purpose?

To slave to make landfills

Fatter’n CEOs

 

I know no before

No after only skeletal

Senseless endlessness

Now and forever

Evermore

 

Why you’re what you’re doing

Or why you’re even there

Or where there was

Something opaque about the good life

For the wealthy

 

It’s all You know

This is fuckin it!

It’s all You know

This is fuckin it!

It’s all You know

This is fuckin it!

 

Ain’t it great motherfucker?

You will have a good time!

You will enjoy it

Punch the clock.

Punch the clock.

Time to begin again.

Will it never end?

Again!

 

 

1987-8-1 unto 1999-11-10

Quiche Eater

 

The conductor punched

A one-way ticket

On the Eunuch Express

In the mouth

 

The Italian medallion season

Lost in nests of chest hair

Myopic macho can crusher

Iron-eyed superman in the wrong

His whore beached in a thong

A man who know who she am

 

Hemisphere and underwear

Scourge of beer cans

Hoppin’ at the honky hoedown

Religious redneck with a flag

Biggest cowards to ever fag

Texas my ass!

 

Quiche Eater with jalapeño

Barber Q sauce

Slugged Thugs Getty

Hit ‘im in the face

Widda plate of spaghetti

Teeth flew hearty heady

Blast from the past

Curious and furious

Grazing the Pastures of Life

Green Meadows of his Wife

The Pastures of Infinity

The Universe, Forever, and Eternity.

 

 

1987-8-1 unto 2000-8-30

Comic Crustacean

 

Comic crustacean

Nigh extinction

Awed fascination

Zany distinction

 

Delaware awoke skillet flat

Who cares what she wore?

Looks the same as Maryland

On the map beaten blue

Yellow flowered beach umbrella

Delaware under the watchtower

Old houses like decayed teeth

Droopy camper

Loopy scamper

Bag ladies beef

Snail shell or bean pod

Folding cup and TV sup

White trimmed in green

Combat boots

Draped over the wires

 

Australian rules football

Soccer ball and chopsticks’ rice

I await a fairy footfall

And pepper for the dice

A softball for a pumpkin

A bladder and some mice

A Dazzler’n Avenger

Razzmatazz on ice

 

Fronting barrels of hot air

Churned by fans on pork

Screened patio picnic

Tables’ hottest summer

Sweltered wavy trees limp leaves

Comic books and hot sauce

Depraved world to toss

Damned moral albatross

Like a salad in a crock

Booming crows to cackle

Off corn, pineapple porn

Of life I crave a slice

To throw rice

Cast dice

Spray spice

Cash is nice.

 

 

1987-8-1 unto 2000-8-30

Yron Jungle

 

Audio Dell, yron beer deadens

Video Hell, paper trees quicken

Cables, wires and tubes

Conduit constrictors

In grease swamps and ponds

Hangs chains of vines

Oil and chemical drip

Drop machines soar and roar

 

Beasts trumpet in herds and hollow skins

Wine ruined hands of time

Slow flame consuming all

Jams clogs in cogs and gears

Never stops eating the Earth.

 

 

1987-8-1 unto 2000-10-3

Nest Notes

 

Eyes pools glimmering

They straddle no saddle

A pillow between the legs

So different so weird

With long-lashed bats

Awnings over wishing wells

She pulls back the covers

A sort of feathery thing outside

Rustling on the window sill

 

Worms rocketed from Earth

Writhed in knots

 

Men from Marduk

Women of Earth

These witches and bitches

Vexed and hexed spacemen

Oh, come into the House of my Heart

Your breasts two mountains of ice cream

Cherries on top

Vanilla chocolate strawberry banana

Broiling the Meat of Happiness

Roasting my heart

In the fires of your desires

On the skewer of cupid’s arrow

The pit of his spit

Stick a pitchfork in me

Tis done

Tis done.

 

 

1987-8-1 unto 2000-10-7

Days of Shadows

 

Days of shadows past

Wraiths in the Great Morass

Bridal boots the bouquet tossed

Scaring parquet hoofed minions bossed

Ankling the days and shadows of our lives

Someone snatched it before your eyes

The Spirit Great vies

Spreading love buttery thick

Not without cost the price is ice

Picked prose chopped in short phrases…

Poets are blacksmiths

Hammering out horseshoes

 

Bond with sinewy clasp

Through brass fuse the crews

Thews and unite

Combs as jostled hives

On bizzy buzzing wings

Of passion gyre on highs

Culture’s vultures glides

Thermal updrafts above

Mines piston elevators and shafts

Sweet waters

Clear skies

Our air conditioned cocoon scented

 

My ambition to have ambition

Love a dove on a lamb’s mission

Own a home alone or rented

Gorge cameos for proper nutrition

Back burner calumnious suspicion

Lie buried deep in permafrost

 

Angled buccinators tensing quiver

Your uvula, vibrating with desire

My dear the spire of fire

The choir dire ever higher

Your rage frightens, freights

On mountains of air gyrates

It’ll come down to aces and eights

Hawks to the right sell brick loads

Up Babylon’s ladders

A tracing board checkered

Past pillars bracing the sky

We’ll buy a burgundy van

With everything on it

Creamed in chrome

A metal and plastic banana split

With you topping a whipped cream pillow

The Queen of the Heavens you are

Your raw rare beauty a duty

 

The sun will shine

The birds will sing

Forever and always

It will be spring

We’ll open windows smell the truth

And fresh autumn leaves

No matter how long

Long shadowed the tooth

Alas

Alas

Without your love

Autumn grieves

Winter cries

I am naked.

I am alone.

 

 

1987-8-1 unto 2001-10-12

Girl of My Dreams

 

The girl of my dreams

On starry Taurus bellowing

Rides over twinkling star streams

Meadows of nebula

O’er Gemini o’er Ursa Major

Minor Orion none finer

 

Creamsicle on dreamy

Creamy stems this girl

The girl of my dreams

She of the feet I would kiss

This girl it seems

The one of the creams

The dish I wish I could miss.

 

 

1987-8-8 unto 1999-11-10

Weak Cheese

 

Dink dank dunk

Plink plank plunk

Treat the skunk

Beat me daddy

Eight to the bar

Rinky-dink tink

Slinky slink

Yea, say,

A mouse and a louse too far

 

Alley Oop

Bob-a-loop

Double scoop

Hula hoop

Betty Boop

 

Watching the trees grow

Where did the day go?

I’m all a-jungle today

Ice cream combs and pigment pie

 

Lucre of a lustrum

Hand over the club I’ll bust ‘em

Head cheese

Cut the cheese

Weak knees

Chinese disease

No ticky no dicky.

 

 

1987-8-9 unto 2000-9-27

Love Whisk

 

Love batter

a giggle of girls

goggle of guys

flutters the frills

thrills the chills

crops a sheaf of sighs

 

 

1987-8-9 unto 2003-5-9

Lone Wolf

 

A man who loved the doves

With the eagles his lot cast

Sitting close the fire

Turned from the blaze

Into the bitter wind

Back warming

Face freezing

In order to see the stars

In order to see the stars

 

             

 

Untitled Still-lives

Steve “Guitar” Priller

1996-2-26

 

1987-8-9 unto 2010-1-29

Butterfly Landing

 

butterfly landing

winged kaleidoscopes

kites of the Great Spirit

seeking anchorage on the beachhead

of reality the landing barge of truth

fluttering upon suspension of tension

syncopating the thermal updraft of love

lazing into the cargo cult of my heart

wavering

 

gazing into the depths of her face

she toes ashore from a landing barge

uncoiling the loops of chain

an anvil anchor plummets

hammering home

rising and falling waves wafting

rocking an rolling

 

kneel low and long before Truth

her majesty deals from top of the deck

kiss her hem

kiss her feet

lick the ground

 

the face that launched 10,000

Liberty, Victory, and ships of war

mine layers and mine sweepers

mop buckets like stars

soapstone stoves, griddles, and fiddles

dance the natives to a hound dog song

 

C- D- and K-rations

crates of supplies

medicine and an old canteen

blew the man over

Egyptian wind in the clover

she could suck chrome off a

trailer hitch with those lips

son of a gun

ain’t this fun

warp alee the gay pollies blow

hart tact

               that be fact            

                                   sidle the dock

                                                            the hock shop’s down the block.

 

 

1987-8-9 unto 2010-1-29

Dog Watch

 

breasting clipper proud

cleaving placid sea into hissing lather

hourglass a-hand

Mad Hatter run

ship in a bottle

sails in a spyglass

circled by dark horizon

blind iguana do you wanna?

 

bibbed with a cork fender

pudding the muddle netted

webbed interconnected hacked

lug of a tug hickory victory

dickory dock

nailing lawyers to the hands of the clock

stringing the scurvy knaves from yardarms

keel hauling the cringing motherfuckers

stow ‘em ‘n’ tow’ ‘n’

rope the dope

wide scope

 

Hell’s bells three knells

half past seven

the last dog watches

all laws time averages

yet the real dims not

no transubstantiation

solidity fading into form

foam froth fizz

 

fucked face sheriffs with voices like fake frogs

under the lash and in the camps wearing

vertical-stripped pajamas fronting

and pink skirts all

freedom fighters no-nonsense bandanas

sweat tallow on escutcheoned logs

by shallow bogs mallow

mellow marsh Br’er Rabbit

who eschews nuts like squirrels in ruts

conveyed the escrow dug the furrow

fallow bitched bitches

espouse a flaming mouse

too small to hide

too big to see

 

life on the rocks

straight no chaser

the shipwreck of their lives

the shit wreck of their souls

a hammered over nail

why strive like a knife

 

the Syringe Tide shoulder bad shit

plastics bottles ‘n’ bags ‘n’ nurdles

jetsam beaches after the Deluge

and Job’s antediluvian wail

Jonah to the telly hurdles

flotsam belched from Leviathan’s belly

lagan buoyed although perhaps smelly

 

casino gambling sweet steaks

lottery blottery skip-a-dee doo da

soup-and-fish slopped pen-gu-ins

is prat-tic-cu-lar-ly  chickens

the naked with the tiaras their wives

quaff the bubble giggly

toast the roasting of the sheeple

put a fork in ‘em they’re done

put a cork in it it’s fun

 

and me, sitting here

on the edge of eternity

on an Atlantic cliff

spinning into the sun at the speed of light

saluting the first of the New Eons

the dawn of the New Dispensation

remove the cork, vim and vigor

Punch ‘n’ Judy pull the trigger

to Hell with patriotism government sin

light the candles burning so dim

fill the lives so grinding and grim

fill the gym with the slim and trim of limb

fill the air with hosannas song and hymn

champagne top the glasses brim

Skoal!

 

 

1987-9-25 unto 1999-11-11

Room Service

 

The rouge Sun swims through

Heart of the Ursa Major group

The cosmic doorman

All bespangled

Gate Keeper

Keeper of the Keys

Hands Sol a towel

And rings for the bellhop.

 

 

1987-9-25 unto 2000-8-31

Bloody Ink

 

My blood ink

The arrow of reality

Wounds my heart

With a monotonous languor

My blood ink

My bandage

A sacred rag.

 

 

1987-9-25 unto 2000-8-31

For Briana

 

Give over unto that

It ain’t lean an’ it ain’t fat

It ain’t cat an’ it ain’t bat

It ain’t green an’ it ain’t hat

It ain’t tit an’ it ain’t tat

It ain’t pit an’ it ain’t pat

It ain’t chit an’ it ain’t chat

Give over unto that.

 

 

1987-9-25 unto 2001-3-20

Red Sloth Sun

 

Sigh a Salvador Dali sunset surreal

Cobalt blue sky dazzles silver bullet jets

Warp and weave lustrous contrails

Shuttle and scuttle

Tapestry of longing

Golden threads of destiny

Woven in a sky crisp and clear

White and red cotton candy fluff

Mountainous orange clouds lumber

Ground hugger buggers

A glimmer of a gleaming silver sliver

My heart stitches fast too

A Cheshire Watermelon Moon

A Nail Paring Moon

Way cool hot nipping

A Catnip Sun’s heels

Incense

Incense

Marijuana

Ravi Shankar.

 

 

1987-12-5 unto 2000-9-13

Pigmeat on Horsemeat

 

Monsters answer the name of man

Lay aside the cudgel of your insanity

Stop beating yourselves on the head

With profanity you call flag

Lance instead your festering incest boil

Sons are husbands to mothers

Mothers wives to sons

Fathers are husbands to daughters

Daughters wives to fathers

Thy tri-colored god of no compassion

Naked monkey fucky-sucky the fashion

Hail your vomit licking

Lord of the Flies

Reagan beggin’ for manhood

 

Chief priest black-robed turd

Molock flag-god likes it well

May you scream an eternity in Hell

Striped red for lashes

White for leprous sores

And come: blue muses

Bruises on countless murdered

You raped, beat and tortured to death

 

Pigmeat on horsemeat

Historical litmus test

Terror half a worm

In the apple

In your mouth

On the spit.

 

 

1987-12-5 unto 2001-3-20

The Voice

 

Flaming Prophet on the Golden Shore

Hermit crying in the wilderness

With a little writing of your own

You’ll be chillin’ in a stone home

Snow-blind hearth worth the Earth

Knuckle walkers schooling

Camel Joe and Frosty the Snowman

Will charge the Gates of Hell

And butcher boars by the bulldozer blade

Birthed my ruling, broadcasting stars

Watching strange lights over the Bay

Under a Long Nights Moon

Slumber under the Moon Before Yule.

 

 

1987-12-5 unto 2001-3-21

Vietnam Era Terra:

Lay of the Grin Reaper

 

The rich got richer from war

Young blood by drums to pour

Loving war they cannot score

We were supposed to want to die

But the cowards would not answer why

Drinkin’ warm beer, guzzlin’ cheap wine

From a bottle in a bag

Coke crack scag and crank

The pigs unchained, the zoo loose

 

America proceeded to rape the nations

Corpse after corpse leads to ovations

Then the worm tuned on a hot plate burned

First time ever the government minority

Scaped and raped its own majority

Drugs flowing like water

Young whores on the vine

Pigs murdered an’ stole the people blind

Offering no reason, singing or rhyme

Clipped the hedges trimmed the edges

Called the slavering people veges

 

Grinding teeth to drive nails and wedges

Machine-gun and rocket their asshole pledges

Thinking I would never make it

Hated all jobs no way to fake it

I had been humiliated enough!

Decades ago I did not bluff...

 

Bitterness and failure had partaken

Sands running low had been forsaken

 

Got a gig when the people armed

Enough, enough we’ve been harmed

Beltin’ out the blues for a dollar and dime

They sold us down the river slime

Choppin’ canebrake and namesake rhyme

Sang songs of comradeship

Sacrifice and dedication

Easier, breezier to fuck the carnation

Then the rich lost their creation

No longer steering the rampaging nation

In a china shop, bearing rusted crop

Whenever they lost I won

Whenever they won I won

Kneeling pigs begged for salvation

The camps they built for us

Their last station.

 

 

1987-12-5 unto 2001-3-22

Champagne Room

 

We way cool

No go school

We no read

Make you bleed

 

Modesty Mae

Wiggles’n jiggles

Bells and rings

Patches and strings

Wild hairs escaping

Removes taping

Her floor facing

Wet smile gaping

Decent women raping

 

Rudderless shits

Rutless gits

No pride, no grits

In the pits

On the summit shine

 

Diseased cow, skin like whey

Sunshine night, Moonshine day

Cat scratch rat with lever

Beaver eager swinging cleaver

Achiever fever bat crap thick

Would not touch with a stick

 

Losers’n boozers

Limp gimp, rubber dick

Loving that which makes them sick

 

Time machine opium

Buffer bluffer balloon field force

Religions massless

Siring manhood passless

Hocus-pocus

Focus locust

Ever on the past bliss

 

The galleon docked

Found the pier hocked

Quayside pissery bound

Made haste

Waste water waste

The howl of the chilling hound

Lubbers and grubbers

Blimps, wimps’n chimps

Kine leashing swine

No anchor would be found

 

Guadalcanal Diary

Mexican Radio

Bougainville Briary

Craggy Priory

Au go-go go

 

To de ‘ho’

Scabs scars, nervy scurvy

Aides in spades

They be he be heebee jeebie

A simple pimple

Rotting stubs for teeth

Without guilt or grief

Voters know him well

Wishers of Hell

Fishers on a spiral roof

Kinetic emetic, manic mobile

Rocky ground, blocky sound

Sewn with the beans of leans

Puckered mouth, side south

Paw beating to the strip moll

Decreed the fall comely

Supreme Court override

Overdrive tooling Highway to Hell

Girl became a dirty word

A brassiere with teeth

Without a brassiere

A napkin of superior warp and weave

Thick napped but unrelieved

Causing decent girls to grieve

Using means greens power prune,

The powder room

 

To doom

Pusy wussy

Dried snot jeans

Salted slugs in the Sun

Fussy hussy

Won’t squeeze grape beans

Up-noses reality like friggin’

Her hole jelly roll

Salty dog in the bog

Teen cream streams screams

E-mail eyes pixilized

On Fuzzy Pies fixilized

Shit o’ the Earth styxilized

Yes but they’re wearing ties!

 

We be chillin’

We be willin’

Kill de villain

He be illin’

 

In the champagne room

There ain’t no champagne

In hundred dollar bottles

The whores lap dance naked

No problems with erections

To be a Man you need balls

Directions plus affections

Together at last

No God, no past

Bliss Miss, unconscious piss

Under tread and over teeth hairy

Tooth Fairy

 

Stool fool

No go school

No got rule

Sit’n drool.

 

Hose dancer, nose prancer

White rust on corn the answer

Watusi Lucy, juicy goosey

Naked in her Gucci

Nonna you boys kin git no poosy

Puddled bar stooled by toads

Sin kin at the trough

Squirt the squids semen streamin’.

 

 

Natural No. 32, No. 2

Mort R. Hamminger

1997-11-4

 

1987-12-25 unto 2000-9-12

Xmas Poem

 

Beat up the fat man take his bread

Only a commie runs ‘round in red

Steal his money an’ cook ‘im in ‘is pot

We ain’t got nothin’ he’s got a lot

 

Kick ‘im in the ass punch ‘im in the nose

Take his boots and take his hose

Take his belt swipe his cap

His fake beard his braces snap

 

Take his coat ‘n take his trousers

Fuck those stiffs they ain’t even grousers

Check his wallet his pockets too

We’ll get some dope ‘n get some glue

 

Actin’ kinda funny check his bag

Wants ta help people that’s a drag

Pigs don’t like it go to jail

Make some bullets melt his bell

 

 

1988-8-1 unto 2000-8-30

The Apocalyptic Monkey

 

Really kinda funky

Yron balled and slack jawed

Bragging knuckles

Tightening buckles

A fuselage of phantoms faced

A muskellunge of phonies

A muskmelon of balonies

Ran the gauntlet to

A gamut of pig butt

Sack butt

Scuttlebutt

Droop the poop

The law of claw and fang

Strum and drang

Baboon dragoon sans

Straps streps spiros and viros

Fungi bacterium and viruses

Hogshead pork!  Hire us his

Rook to queen’s pawn knight

Ladder to the madder

Rose with a hose

Money on the hogshead

Hula hoop!

Betty Boop!

Yea’n say

Roundelay

Hi diddley day

Roundelay.

 

Bottom sucker fish fucker

Mad Dog O’Malley

New York Norris

Fish filth fish shit

Souped psyced to shoot

Short refugee in the night

Wow the owl with

Barn burning hoot’n loot

 

We really mean it

Rollover in your whalebone casket

Your corset closet

Your clammy grave and die.

 

 

Grateful Monkey

Corinne Anne Muller

1995-5-13

 

1988-11-4 unto 2001-12-5

The Last Leaf

 

To live forever I would not wish on a dog

A bat a cat a shoat a hog

A gnat a rat a goat a frog

I would though, on a foe

Longer to fear death

And if I wait long enough

The corpse of mine enemy

Will be carried before me.

 

Dago Charlie died

Thirteen crazy nuts carried his coffin

He happened a little at a time

Pinning his medals to his chest

Cigarettes rolled in T-shirt sleeve

One in his mouth

He will be sorely missed for the pain he was

Cemetery Hill cockeyed gaped

With a gap-toothed smile

No stiffs allowed

 

Borne aloft on updrafts of hate

Wings unfurled to the winds of death

Thirteen turkey vultures sailed

Over Cemetery Road

Thick with canned stiffs brine pickled

Dozens of dozens more gyred

Hyena values in hearts clutched

Like an inbred’s smile

 

Dago Charlie died

Thirteen crazy nuts lowered his coffin

The toast came from a bag

Purple Haze the boom box blazed

A reefer passed

The End of Days

A tiny earthquake tickled trees

The last leaf fell.

 

 

1988-11-20 unto 1999-11-10

Ace of Stars

 

Three of diamonds crossed

The ace and jack of swords

Rooked the seven, eleven and nine

Of wheels of fire

Trumped by the king of lightning

The queen of hearts took

The dummy and rummy ginned

 

Ante shuffle cut and deal

Raise fold drop

Stand on a pat hand

Shit or get off the pot

Feed the kitty or drop

Fish or cut bait

Ace deuce trey

Ten of ordinance

Thirteen of Triskelion

The Joker’s gota poker.

 

 

‘88 late unto 2001-3-20

Rap Rhyme

 

(Be they eleven eleven ninety-nine)

 

“Those were the days.”

 

They came they saw

They beat they bombed

They butchered they burned

They bulldozed they blinded

They crippled they scalded

Ignorant arrogant depraved unlearned

Needing that government nipple

 

The patriots march stomp stomp stomp

They raped tortured and murdered millions

Without regard to age or sex

A government on the move

In that groove

The voters wanted billions

 

But antiseptic clean

Oh, squeaky clean

They wear ties to church on Sunday

Preacher to the bleacher

Punk to pew

An’ they don’t do no muvvafuckin cussin

“Unchain you boys on Monday

You’re good boys for that.”

Needing that pat, oh

Flag shitting on the laws

Of God Almighty

You ain’t men you are sin

Evil bloodsuckin’ boll weevils

With shitty rags bloody all righty

 

“An’ you don’t cuss

Don’t make no fuss

No matter the atrocity.”

You drink pus

You stand for US

Hell bound with increasing velocity

 

Here comes a geek

Let the geek speak:

“Boys were smaller’n us

Dark skinned and lived in

Straw houses proved deys commies

Toys were taller’n us

(The stark chinned forgive sin)

Hated us’n hated our mommies.”

 

Thinkin’ a runt flea would let you punt free

In the lovin’ arms of your shitty cunt-tree

It musta hurt when you saw that jerk

Pushin’ brooms and mops lickin’ his chops

Sayin’ big’n fat’s where it’s at

Know now how to grease my skittle

Be jiggin’ in th’ middle to th’ fiddle

With a ‘ho’ you made a nasty little

Lan’ where a bo’ be a ‘ho’ ‘n’ a ‘ho’ be a man

But now we gonna have to blunt’n hunt thee

 

And they be sang:

(Be sangin’ naw)

Why doesn’t anybody lak me?

Oh! Boohoo hoo!

I’m a big he-row.

Oh! Boohoo hoo!

 

To strangle truth in the crib

You aimed your pigs you did

And when the hair

That you don’t have

And teeth fall out

They will come to take you

Drag you stake you rake you break you

In Camp Reagan, Sagan, Oliver North

And you they hired you they wired

You are tired your wads have fired.

 

“Play your harmonica son.”

 

 

1989-1-19

Ahoy Little Sea Urchin

 

Watching a nature show

On MPT I won’t pay for

Aphrodite arose from the foam

Aphrodite in a wetsuit

Auburn haired long as kelp

Swells you would not believe

Firm ass, tight waist

Ah, my little sea urchin

Let’s cuttle.

 

 

1989-1-19

For John

 

I loved you John Lennon

I’m sorry you are dead

Wanted to meet you

Get into your head

 

Loved your book

Knew your songs

Once copied your look

Lo, right your wrongs

 

Though I worked like a dog

And never slept like a log

Guess it’ll never be done

Clouds yet cover the Sun.

 

 

1989-2-19

Their Fault

 

I thought that you loved me

I thought that you did

I gave you my life

You kept it all hid

Fork-tongued demon-devil

What sort of God are You?

 

 

1989-2-19 unto 2000-9-13

Paperwood Moon

 

Fuzzy Miles, endless rack of hours dark

Velvet scudding in another fluffy forms

Blind crabs drawn from the sea blank

Moon beaming on rolls rock

Matrixing meadows and dales

Hollow and hill

Pounds piles of Moon wax

 

Fuzzy X-ed the text

Excised forty dried toads

Pocketing the emerals

Pulling snakeskin streamers

Pressed bureau-rats

Lumps in the anaconda from beyonda

Swallowing their souls

Zombies entranced unto

Saxophone vibrato

Shofar of Oblivion

 

The War of the Lexicon raged

Word salad, cream cheese pallid

Chop the stuff, snuff the gruff

 

Seline’s ancient madness

Spanned by bone bridges

Its fortress of insanity

Scaled by rib ladders

Fat cats in ribcages boxed

Hung and strung up

 

They ooze at us

Catapult and trebucket

A glob of grace in the patriot’s face

Lampoon their laxness

Lambaste their laze

Wax them tax less

Max the blaze

 

Keepers of the Linear Vision

Custodians of the One Liner

In Thoth’s Palace on the Moon

The Clown and the Kitten

Akashic Archives read

By the light of a Cassava Earth.

 

 

1989-2-19 unto 2009-7-26

Solstice

 

In December’s sharp dark

A dirge under my head

Grovel

Shovel

I walked to the sky

Found you there instead

You smiled so novel

A girl with grit and grace

No wimps need apply

Hot pepper tamale

Foot to face female

The wind made me cry

 

“Soon I’m done

Few things so cool

As a day in the Sun

That carries a jewel.”

 

“Three years you’ll see me, Nike

Hope you like what you see

Well along the way, Psyche

Shall I be to vict’ry

That the longest day

Howling wings of wind, I say

What I like in a wife

Does the man for me.”

 

The rattle of limbs

And I am ravished.

 

 

1989-9-11 unto 2001-3-19

Matzoth Moon, Catnip Sun

 

Jogging into a hot Catsup Sun

Dawning like a burger sans a bun

An Eggnog Moon on the side

Cheetah cream and cheese ball green

Helios and Hekate sabers cross

The Joker to butcher the boss

The King and Queen of Swords

Ante Selina the Cat

And our very own

Stalking Ed the Tattooed Freak

Hating with his power tools

Circular saws sans balls

Per stride the sideshow

Along the sidelines hide

Waxed bizarre but

Waned less hazardous

Winked at the lap rap

Went hunting sans map

Noodled kit and caboodle

By a Matzoth Moon and Catnip Sun

Whose pawns rook and knights

Slam doors and open frights

 

Draw the King of Joggers

Shod with clouds

Like dirty gondolas

Buildings sweep bows

The street greets wavy asphalt

Dolly back, panning

Junks stalwarts manning

A black glass stream scanning

A dust devils’ dance swirling

Mirage miracles maddening

Fairy shrimp husks, bug chaff

Masking smoke and mirrors focusing

Smearing spearing once locusing

Regs’n ergs of light javelins lance

Hula dancing monuments afar

 

Golden Fleece a veil

Fat carrot the Grail

Long beard grayed back bowed

Cars to white scorpions turn

Chrome rivets mirror bullets

Hoses unto cobras change

Lamp posts to cacti sway

Rocks wash down dry drains

Gold and silver sands

Spiral hourly Mescalito

Upon his snowy stallion

Watches cuckoos melt before

Fish crawling past

Clocks in their bellies

Pink antlers of coral head two

Copper scarabs and jasper bees

Lapis lazuli lizards

Turquoise and emerald eyed

Streambeds of gems

Splay bouquets of gilt glit

Glinting on Moon set waters

Boxed by henna scarps of badlands

Wavy with ochre, scarlet and

Chrysoprase butterflies bowling

Antimony ants with brassy rants

A coelacanth beached belched

Massifs mauve and indigo maugre

Mongrels on the horizon toothed

 

Pausing crystals grew

From crumbs like viruses

Crumbled grew from crumbs

And posturing before a massive

Diamond cut and saw himself

The Moon on his shoulders

 

My reflection watched my reflection

Gulp from canteen plastic

When taste died feeling not

Like my people I heard

Hummingbirds big as bees

Small as hummingbirds

Nor smelled anything then color

Faded an oleograph leached bleached

Sepia outlines remained

A mechanical drawing for a world

And then the outlines vanished

I am.

 

 

Paperwood Moon

Melanie Trundle

1995-3-6

 

1989-11-9 unto 2000-9-14

Down in the Trenches

 

Pass the admonition

Behind the bunker of my desk

We’re ready for the show

We’re gonna ham’n egg ‘em

Pull pens and prepare to know

 

What’s buzzin’ cussin’?

Load the rebuke bazooka

Call up the Big Palooka

Level an equal sequel

Barbed wire of desire

Love deeply a token ocean

Iron love a notion lotion

Over-the-top rifle motion

Across doleful no-man’s-land

Dolorous dollars and to hand

Pass the ballots, load the bums

Light the racket, fire the mums

Missives launch

Cursive staunch

Embrasures dug

Friendship hug.

 

 

1990

 

1990-1-25 unto 2002-11-13

The Republican Fight Song:

Dem Good  Ol’  Trickle Down Blues

 

I got dat ol’ Republican feva

Dem ol’ trickle down blues

I got dat ol’ Republican feva

Dem ol’ trickle down blues

Kaint afford no mo’ dog food

Kaint afford no blue suede shoes

 

Oh, trickle down ol’ golden rain

Please, please, trickle down oan me

Oh trickle down ol’ golden rain

Please, please, trickle down oan me

Ah’m a good Republican bade-ace

Doan woan nobody ta be free

Not even me

 

She’s a good Republican bade-ace

You’n wear brass spurs ta bed

You’n call her a good Republican bade-ace

You’n wear brass spurs ta bed

She’ll suck yer toes’n yer nose

She’ll suck yer asshole yer dick an’ yer head

 

Oh, trickle down ol’ golden rain

Oh, trickle down on muh face

Oh, trickle down ol’ golden rain

Oh, trickle down on muh face

Ah ain’t got no balls and no brains

But ah’n whip dem nasty ol’ blue-collars

Into their piggy place.

 

Oh, trickle down ol’ golden rain

You thinks ah gives you a lotta sass

Oh, trickle down ol’ golden rain

You thinks Ah gives you a lotta sass

Ain’t nothin Ah kaint git away wiff

Ah gots the pole-lice eatin’ shit out’n muh ass.

Trickle down

Is pissed on

Dooby do wah do-waa.

 

 

1990-1-25 unto 2010-1-4

Reflection

 

Ronald Reagan’s burning in Hell

Ronald Reagan’s burning in Hell

That is swell

That is swell

Ronald Reagan’s burning in Hell

Gooooooooo

Great Spirit!

Gooooooooo

Great Spirit!

Gooooooooo

Great Spirit!

 

 

1990-1-25 unto 2010-2-1

Cry of the Turtle

 

well that’s good news

dusting off his hands, he sighed

first time anything worked out this century

or the last without those loathsome

bothersome instruments

you know we just could not play

you know like receiving a marvelous gift

then the troupe sits around

and picks dingleberries off

each’n others’ assholes

and eats ‘em

 

at rave ups, they supper on pups

paperback books and dying trees

branches play when no Moon glows

and the boys shun the studio for the rodeo

 

more than music less than song

cacophonous in falsehood

the headlines summon a warrior’s dance

around the fire a monk’s tears drowning

scudding sizzling withdrawing watches

from the sands of time mine foamy

saline sea overflows onto toes woes

goes while beaus unlace the lasses

ligature by ligature

stitch by stitch

bitch by bitch

witch by witch

the peons grovel and groan

scream at shadows their own

hearts are made of stone all right

and that not gneiss

schist for the kissed

as a buxom bosom

riding besoms to the blazes

rocks, bobby sox and hazes

 

meditating wave upon wave

cliff borne and careworn

smashing his guitar rocking

rolling up his hairy sleeves

he jumped to his feet

shook a fist roaring

over the main with main and might

I’ll spackle the shackle

paint hackle on a mackerel night

carpet the john for fun

grout, shout, head the rout

caulk, ‘n’ not doubt

cork the dyke in the bung

macaroni baloney slap on a bun

with duck sauce and a pinch

of parsley and the rue

that’s what I’ll do

 

having relieved himself

of his burden— an audio

gestalt ersatz Ex-Lax

jumped off the escarpment

borne aloft on a righteous wind

 

the cry of the turtle

catchin’ that hare

a Siren on rocks

make a preacher swear

 

 

1990-1-25 unto 2010-3-2

Story Hoary

 

Move ova Ben Bova

mammy needs a new pair-a ewes

without screws or any fiddly bits

around the edges and over the hedges

pumped thews he hews nonsense

clamp down

buckle up

blast off

fifty dollars says the next buckaroo

drinking homebrew from a Mason jar

holding a joss stick

riding a Brahma bull

wearing lace panties and chaps

tripping to the door

does not know what freedom for

Yep!

Here trips one now.

Face first in bullshit.

 

 

1990-3-28 unto 2010-3-17   

The Neak

 

Corrina Corrina posted proudly

Ever so demure, ever so loudly

Couldn’t get enough facial reflection

Cameras up the wazoo

Exhibitionist inflection

Poor self image

Ego defection

Corrina Corrina

Cultural infection

 

 

1990-9-23 unto 2000-9-19

Tangerines & Pumpkins

 

Pumpkins & tangerines

A Thanksgiving snow

Rare as turkey teeth

 

Daisy and dot design upon

New York and Miami plastic puke

A St. Vitas dance

Mumbo jumbo calypso curse

Worse, worse

Stud muffin skyscraper first

Art deco gecko priory

Number one woody in a wet alley

Three lead bottles on a doorstep taken

Out by an atomic mailman

With a nuclear softball

Win a chalk Scottie dog

And two chrome shoe brushes

A digital towel

Off the damp mood ring

Watch the Witch Doctor

Move and groove

Tuck and duck

Hit the nail between the eyes

Time for the killer tomato

Aim the wombat

Wind the frog

All boats away

 

Foreign footfalls

American policy

Packs pickles with sickles

Glitz’n blitz

Bomb’n burn

Butcher’n bolt

Yea’n say

The Blue Bolt gonna

Dice your pumpkin

Spice your dumplin’

Splice your lumpkin

Tangerine your intention

 

I want my mind

This to unwind

Awhile.

 

 

Eruption in the Subduction

Blaston L. Kennoble

1997-1-15

 

1990-9-23 unto 2000-9-19

Torch Song

 

If it does it doesn’t it does

If it was it wasn’t it was

Every time I think that I know you

You fall from the sky with roses

Just as a gateway closes

When a doorway open exposes

 

Fifty ways to can your cat

Fifty ways to dice your dog

Facial futures, racial sutures

Cosmetics selling short

With a makeover your face abort

My feather bed of love cohort

 

A thousand ways to toothpick your tree

A million ways to kill your kid

A rocket in your pocket

A lame lamb for a socket

A catch as catch can sprocket

A docket for a locket

 

In stone hate

Loft your icy flame

You slut of stone

A blowtorch of words

Will thaw your heart

Then you burn

Then you burn

Then you burn.

 

 

1991-12-5 unto 1993-3-19

Tiffy’s Tune

 

Jingle bells, Mommy smells

Daddy picks his nose

Oh what fun it is to ride

In Granny’s pantyhose, ooh!

 

Jingle bells, Batman spells

Robin laid an egg

The Batmobile lost a wheel

The joker got away, oooh!

 

Refrain: Oolala, lost my bra

 

Chorus:

Nanny nanny boo-boo

Nanny nanny boo-boo

Stick your head in do-do

Nanny nanny boo-boo

 

 

1992-12-5 unto 2001-9-10

Dear Lana Bodanna

 

A merry Christmas

And happy New Year

May your holiday season

Be filled with cheer

A big hunka hash

Marijuana and beer.

 

 

1993-2-9 unto 2000-9-16

Hand Grenade Moon

 

(Inspired by Frank Zappa’s Concentration Moon)

 

It’s a Hand Grenade Moon out, mama

Mushrooms growin’ on its face

War breakin’ out all over the place

The porkers and pigs were soon rounded up

Sent for some utensils made by Krupp

 

Hand Grenade Moon, mama

Over Fat Camp in the valley

They wish they stayed in the alley

Murdering winos and other broken

Few were nailed up today for a token

 

Hand Grenade Moon, mama

Pigs on the spit betoken

A missile of an epistle awoken

An era and age for you and me

Tokin’ and open a new page of history

 

Hand Grenade Moon, mama

The bluecoated gods are hurtin’

On their owners we drew the curtain

They wish they were still out on patrol

Rapin’ ‘n’ torturin’ little kids to corn hole.

 

Hand Grenade Moon, mama

Dignity will reign at last

When man lives in fear of his past

There will be freedom, there will be peace

When the very last patriot is grease.

 

 

The Fruit of Paradise

(a Passion Fruit)

Kasey Boston

1997-5-7

 

1993-2-9 unto 2000-9-16

Two Skeletons Fuckin’

On a Hot Tin Roof

 

Shorts of whiskers bristle

Although cold solder joints

Stroked the iron electric sizzle

Jackscrew and jam

Tube shield on heat sink pin

The din of sin on hot tin

Clang cling clank clunk

Rattle skedaddle

Magnetic shield flipped over the side

No solder masks modesty

Muffed sisal-hemp flax funk

Jute to boot

Flux residue of coitus sticky

Bridges replaced, splats’n toggles

Lines to jag

At the bar

For the spaghetti board of destiny.

 

 

1993-2-9 unto 2000-9-18

Turning Toward The Dance

 

My love

With that look in her eyes

That old time ‘ligion look

The Potato Masher Surprise

Spooned and cool as a cuke

Crooned’n mooned by a gook

Pruned hot, broiled a nuke

 

We danced on the balcony

The future stretched out

Below, a buffet salad of

An antipasto plasma acid

A slimy particle platter

Gluons nebulous ungluing

 

A violins’ cold catgut screeched

Evangelist on a soapbox preached

Ukulele Uzi case set on a settee

Broods in the far corner a goner

With a potted palm

Devastating coco butts

Rag heads oil well owners’ boners

Throb stiff Wu Li masters danced

The box step with Alicia pranced

Humming the Mashie Tattie Blues

Moldy mushroom toadstool shoes.

 

 

1993-2-9 unto 2000-9-19

Beacon Street Eyes

 

Jousting for a caviar cadaver

Champagne and AIDS.

 

Drifting down a blood river to die

Purging the mountains and the plain

Fungi fogger and bungi frogger

In a swamp lost like a candle in the sun.

Good. Good.

 

Clean the zombies’ anvils not snot

Mechanical blacksmith

Clock another mountain

Far from the darkness of the worship

Of your beloved stripes

That boar boys enforce with death

Wormy ‘twix nut halves rotten

Acorns life or death on a brown pea

Covered with moss and mold.

 

The Prophet will not see you and like you

His lightning of pure volt

Discriminates not

Between living and brain dead.

 

I need names, James

An address or two.

 

 

1993-2-9 unto 2000-9-19

Mashy Tattie Blues

 

Jawohl that’s mashy tattie

Mein grumpenfuhrher

No sir, I don’t mean maybe

Jawohl that’s my baby now

 

Jawohl that’s mashy tattie

Mein grumpenfuhrher

Jawohl I must say she

Throws the, mashy tattie

Pineapple, yes a bullwhip lady

Jawohl that’s my baby now

 

Jawohl that’s mashy tattie

Mein grumpenfuhrher

My lady a no bullshit baby

Shoots first, ask later maybe

Was named Lacy now called Sadie

Jawohl that’s my baby now

Hear what I’m sayin’

Comin’ out dare ta gitche now.

 

 

1993-2-9 unto 2000-11-10

Love Bug

 

I write!

Bit by a love bug

A byte

Out your pink ass I booted

The hammered over nail

Of your manhood up

The ramjet of your trepidation blunts

Your head I punched, stapled

Chipped teeth with a haymaker folding

The napkin of your mutilated feast

Showing ROM your sole knowing

You cannot help yourself

Downloading your panties

Download the toad.

 

Web weave woven

The net cast the dice burned

Snares and trip wires strung

On the floppy disk of your manhood

The icon of your worship

My hard drive pierces your software

With a Trojan horse of another color

Copied to your scarecrow psyche

An avatar sans mother or brother

Worming inside your booby-trapped mind

A time bomb planted beneath golden rain

A bawd and scald on the make and lam

A wowser browser scanning to scream

A mouse wending, sneezing viruses on

The tapeworm search engine

Of your malware memory jerrybuilt

On guilt foundation foil

Etched lines vanish in the static.

 

 

1993-2-9 unto 2010-2-15

Swords

 

Sabre rattler

A snake around the mountain

Drew a line in the sand

Followed the line in the road

Nose to the grindstone

But a big somebody sneezed

A honk loud as short wheezed

 

Purple onion people

Beneath Revelation’s steeple

You got another tank coming

Crocodile sand bank stranded

 

Down in the trenches of consumption

The atomic priesthood

Devotees of the Church of Progress

High priests of the Death Age

Iron Age Sage for wage

Preachin’ that old time atomic gospel

Travelin’ Truth Squad Salvation Show

Unleashed the official road show thugs

Holy writ! Holy shit!

Stars and bars not for Mars

 

Nuclear besom foliate my life

Rod and staff of Moses exposes

Triple ought for double naught

People ‘neath belfry sweeping

Fetch not Stretch

A blotter will do

 

Draw in your horns

Triceratops of cluster bombs

Deep pockets, deep sockets

Babel rockets

Zilch a cask god

Grok the grok

Dead dog in a Dog Day Road

Cicada, cricket, katydid

Two mice twice sing

Knowing that a lady did

 

White Heap

All the puzzle found

Patterns on a tapestry

Cannot picture the whole

Conundrum troubling cadaver

Cavaliers balked by the hoary sea

Whipping froth a quickening broth

Pierced to the quick with a charred stick

Licked a dick and flicked a Bic

To Columbia’s g-string no pasties

Morals canned like cotton wasties

 

Caviar eating war criminals

Yellower than a skunk

The miasma of your maniacal greed

Twitches noses on Olympus

 

Luce leaping from a northern pond

The Moon stands one beside the side I’m on.

 

 

1993-3-15 unto 2004-9-15

Book of Bird Guts

 

Family and home forever unsafe

Slam clank lock the shock tumble tumble

Scarab rolls around the trundle

Stumblebums stumble on the wire

High and dry my work

Beaconed over the hungry waters

Rapine flag-beasts’ patriotic slaughters

Cast in the fire of their own flint

Two-headed two-sexed unisex unsexed spent

A Niagara of Viagra to flaccid consent

The winds built an architectural raking

Crescent-shaped and bone-honed drone

The worst of the worse

 

Government

Bulldozers driven by hardhat homosexuals

Potbellies and hot jellies

Fudge packin’ they got swellies

Thugs in lace panties scrapping

Heads tattooed with flags

Ear tags and implants

Aping apes technological

Bumps and lumps phrenological

Chumps and punks chronological

Grasping a handful of someone’s banana

Jackhammy on the slammy bammy

Windjammy on the whammy

Jimjammy on the mammy—

Husted Ralston on the Williwaw

 

My wife and our fortune

Clutched and clutching

Love, sword shadows duel

As sun bottom sizzles

O’er the panhandle

Onto the skillet of the west.

 

 

1993-3-15 unto 2004-11-16

There is One Starling

 

Over under sideways down

Starlings flock by the thousands

With a single mind

Clubs and rags

Rags and bags

Bags and flags

Flags and hags

War criminals own the pigs

The courts, torts and tarts

A-poppin’

Breakfast of farts

The naked and the violent.

 

 

(((((((●)))))))

1993-3-15 unto 2010-2-18

Bookends

 

1993-3-15 unto 2010-2-18

The Hawk

 

I need shit for the Hawk

He worries but he don’t sulk

He hurries but he don’t balk

He talks the walk

He walks the talk

Up the path

Up the hill

 

The Moon was full

The front door open

The full monty beamed

On a watch

It’s full frontal with him

Full frontal assault

He splits to stalk

 

The bite of hawk’s wings’ shadow

Bones chilled pickled in brine

Breaking mothers’ backs

Gliding o’er cracks

Cold brittle shards

Of flaking crystal the sky falling

Chicken Little long clucked

And chucked in the towel

 

Winging over ice clovers pushed

From the ground where minions

Trembled beneath his pinions

Buildings crumbled from cold

Beneath his frigid wings seeds

And eggs split in the Earth

 

The swish of honed wings roiled

Frigidity spoiled the Anupadeshi

The eunuchs & the foul fell forces

Of patriotism & capitalism popped

The icy iron iconoclast the barrage

Of baloney the dervish the devils

Chopped, cropped & left stopped

Their smoldering forces broken

 

Yea’n say:

Bottom for top the people did swap

Bobblehead dolls

Bubblehead molls

No longer did they shop

The empire was doomed

Came the cleaning woman with her mop.

 

 

1993-3-15 unto 2004-11-16

The Dove

 

The coming of the dove

Wire high alighting

Her Ides of March upon you

Possibly possum

Ghostly gusts billowy boo

The wetworks trekking

Software snow, bone trees decking

Rattling like skeletons on a tin roof necking

Line of machineguns peck- peck- pecking

The hail of death ducking checking

Cloaks of bloody darkness heckling

Virtue and the Path of Light wrecking

The pigs must go

Tuskers blow

‘Tis so

‘Tis so

 

Rooting through the snow

The warthog of rebellion below a butterbean can found

Bulleted to a hound on the hoof hackled at the big blow

Howling up the festive tabernacle

The camel’s nose is in the tent

Refugee from the lees of summer

Hard against the Cross Quarter Days

Parachuting down a frog mortar

Breeching like a whale of a swale

Bleaching the shaft in an elevator updraft

A dot gone soon in the gloom

Of a fuzzy sudsy monsoon

 

Two snowy doves necking on a wire

Hanging crystal daggers white blue

Red stabbing after the covers drawn

Sodium-yellow reflecting

Dark diamonds of despair

Love and life checking

Though snow glow illumes

Blooms of the foul ice

One per awning scallop pendulous

Slant southerly cold-shouldering

At fifteen degrees the fay gay gale

The scissors of Atropos

Swiss cheesed the breeze

Diseased the Headless Horsemen

Gallop to a gibbet

 

The doves coo a languorous wonder

 Thunder blew a clangorous blunder

But not for squab or giblets

Cropping a cropper of grays

In days putrid corpses trample

A bridge to infinity

Beneath a Sterno inferno

Cardboard boardrooms a

Bizarre blizzard, wizard smoldering

Cold blow & mold moldering

Paper sail down the trail

Utters behind shutters & gutters

Zombies at the crossroads

A tropical bar

Southern Star

Punkah and Pooh-Bahs

Open to the sea breeze mixed

The embers of contempt unkempt

Fire ahead ice blasting the reeking

Puffy clouds of a powder room

One man seeking from womb to tomb

Powder puffs made of armor plate

And the warthog with his bean can

Counting powers for uncertain fate

 

The doves coo electric longing

Stroking head on head

The warrior’s art less than a woman’s fart

One woman’s heart

Far exceeding the Roman fart

For the pocket’s red glare

Wobbling and wriggling a mouse

Riding sidesaddle a roman candle

Brokering a Roman scandal

Coney Isle stile

Got a handle on the scandal ran a mile

When a bikini weenie but a meany

Snuck with a 97-pound grudge

A box of rubbers

A kilogram of fudge

Lifted robes

Would not budge

 

Judges with cliff-over nudge

Tee totem

‘Twas all she wrote ‘im

Even tried at the gym

Teetotal

Sacerdotal

Flinging shuriken on a whim

And delivered the orange sugar

Sugar orange skinny

Minnie whinny

Walked on the waters

But tread in the sludge

 

Two tender doves flee frightened

By buzzards massive heightened

To lows below levels heretofore

Unfathomable

Unnavigable

Unspeakable

Mushroom smoke on the horizon

Fulfilling prophecy for sore eyes’n

Bizarre blizzards conjured by wizards

Gizzards of lizards to read and heed

See-through blouses boring auguring

The Haruspex

Hex, vex, next?

The conning of the caning tree

Five decks stacked by Hekt!

Relativism amuck

Minimalism abuck, afuck, a truck

Peterbilt

Deconstructionism

Good luck not suck

Nail jelly to the wall

Trotters in aspic fall

 

A rack of ribs for His Nibs

A rack of lambs for his sibs

My good man

Frost the boss

Toss the dross

Moss the gloss

With a side order of butterbeans

And don’t spare the barbecue sauce

 

Foreseen in a dream

With the energy of a fluffy snowflake

Falling one millimeter

A lone dove landed beaking

An olive branch and the impact

Of an Earth killing asteroid crash.

(((((((●)))))))

 

 

Kasey Boston

1997-5-7

 

1993-3-15 unto 2010-2-18

The Sign

 

Robin, purple finch, cardinal

A squirrel crawled in the clay pot

Shrikes and woodpeckers downy

Fleets of geese ‘n’ boxes of foxes

Mockingbirds mocking

Blue jays finely feathered

Not naked at all

Raccoons and spittoons

Cicadas in cans

Possum, weasels and two wild cars

Groundhogs and an oriole

Yellowhammers, bunnies

Muskrats and herons great blue

Ruby-throated hummingbirds

And bats of bats

An attic of bats

Butterflies batting creamy lashes

The sweetest little box turtles

You would ever want to see

And tiny terrapin too

 

To kill rats and mice twice

As nice dice with rice

Rats the trash moves

Across our vision

No cessation no revision

And the snake-sluts street naked

That shit doth shit’n get

Sign of the coming love

Sign of the coming dove

 

Snow rose around our waists

Global warming a sham

Quacks cooked a tale to baste

The sense of charlatan

The haste of the chase

The waste of the race

Egg on the face

 

If the Great Spirit built me a billboard

It would no difference make

I’d still deal the cards

And roll the dice

Cast the lots to Fate

Read horoscopes

Watch the sky

 

A razorback in a lingerie boutique

Staggeringly unique

Punctuated the equilibrium

Tusked the status quo

Woe

Believer

Woe

Disciple

Woe.

 

It’s a sign.

It’s a sign.

 

 

1993-3-26 unto 1993-10-11

Mad Dog Dedication

 

Gonad the Ballbearing

So dubbing his club

And drubbing his nub

Wringing that little lizard’s anemic neck

A blue-bellied ignoramus

Less brain than Flub-a-dub

Hammers Humans into the ground

Mad dog out of the pound pound

Railroad spikes of hate riveting his lack

Stifling speech and righteous image

Yet not sounding shit

What got into a clot somewhat

Dropped to his knees praying on a vacant lot

 

Yellow striped not scrubbed rub-a-dub

Those ol’ resounding buffets on the helm

Perhaps a vat and not a tub

Rendered fallow then tallow

Bathtub ring around the realm

From beyond the pale

The outland rider vital

Drew reigns at booming tidal

Moss eating stone can a castle carry

Boxcars of guts to Satan move

 

Couch spuds sit idle whilst Satan

Doth sidle to a blue belly’s broad

Blue ass, lounge lizards bridle

Their idol’s lust cores merry

Fudge packers bulls-eyed center o’ mass

Up the ass

Baitin’ Satan

 

Parked on the butt patriot

Rut ‘n’ cut your own voice

Screaming the platypus has come home

To roost and boost and goose

A mad moose on the loose

Hat rack antlers leveled

Shovels of doom pell-mell

Meshback coon-ass drags ass

Ragas and drama

Dharma and karma

Hayrack, bibbed, snuff mouth of sass

Sagging prongs ‘n’ glitz on the fritz

Spits ‘n’ splits for the Ritz

Faster’n greased lightnin’

Frightenin’

Saplings tramping

Shredded through briars

 

At the itching rail sits

A dunker no punker

His iron horse purring

A lion’s head in a zebra’s gut

Night Rider to Mad Dog

Now hear this!

Now hear this!

The smoking lamp is lit

In all authorized spaces

 

Shuffled from a duffel

Lowered a gat on a hat

Stars from Mars

Birdies blue circling tweeting

Over unto the Twilight Corral

Where a beef jerky Sun squats

On a toadstool butt where

Roscoe Johnson holds his peter

To a heater and Reeter Skeeter

The sweeter meter reader

Turns tricks in the bunkhouse

Changing clothes and minds the

Queen and King stepping ‘tween

Patriots wild not meek not mild

Sans clue but dandy with the

Joker packing a rod and reel

The boars bolt

Fleet like colts

On oats

 

Shrugging coats

Manning boats

Sleeves rolled at the barricades

At the ramparts notes wrote

Watching the tower crashing down.

 

 

1993-3-29 unto 2000-10-11

Message to Mary

 

Tell Laura I love her

Why I do not know

She looks like a hubcap from the 50s

None too swift her mind slow

Yet I would have stuck around

For the glorious fall

‘Cept that another mule was

A-kickin’ in my stall

Yall.

 

 

1993-4-27 unto 2000-10-7

Holy Nova

 

Cosmic ray pine needles

Razor blades that ain’t

Sewing the space-time fabric

Stitch the bitch

Dungy beetle on a roll

Returns the maverick

A freemartin smartin’ from lashes and a brand

The Sphinx is mute

The Pyramids take a stand

 

The Eye of Horus

Nibiru too

Celestial Waters

And what have you

 

Fire and water

Deluge and slaughter

The Great Deep clutches secrets I own

Money bought her

Harlot’s daughter

Justice not for excuses sewn

Justice not for excuses known

 

 

1993-4-27 unto 2001-4-16

On the Eve of the Trash Man

 

The trash man cometh

Guts tried to bummeth

For your lot it behooveh

The blemish of your being removeth

Your carbon footprint stinketh

Flushing life, Earth, and soul

Smoldering in the dump

A dildo holder makes it smolder

Concrete the trickler system pond

Sway like a barber in a cock locker room

Exception to perfection

Injection to infection

The mildew of advertising

Blasts the brain

 

The call of the mall

Shop till you drop

Boogie till you puke

Shoot the loot

Giggle snort hoot

Giggle snort hoot

Merry Christmas!

 

 

1993-4-27 unto 2002-5-1

Castaway Troubadour

 

A flautist and loutist

Dried driftwood throat

Parched and salty salt pork croak

Strums for the bums

He be twangin’n sangin’

N’dey be croonin’n swoonin’

Totally:

Isle of Bali

Good golly Miss Molly

Folly Mali

Hully Gully

Holly Golly

Jolly Holly

Holly Jolly

Wowie Maui

Indonesia purged on the surge

Tsunami salami

Hotcha!

 

 

1993-4-27 unto 2002-7-6

Fuckin’ A

 

Frozen fugitive in the night

Ice blades stabbing the velvet bone

Bares electric bosoms on boats of shoats

Bloats and gloats a Full Cold Moon

Waxing yellow her surf board

Moon Angel a blasted scene over

‘Neath a sodium vapor lamp sack

Burlap untie your heart strains

To warble the Ananda

Gaea the Cleaved One pangs

Let Old Painless out of the barf bag

At the corner of Rat Alley

Brown Bag Sally Nox and brother

Cough Syrup Dis Honor

Opens the trench coat of reality

Where Black Mawkin slinks

Cursing pigeons shitting

Spitting reeks’n stinks

Frigid fright of the bats of right

Artemis shoulders her fleecy mantel

Snow Moon topping Strawberry Full

Shakes blizzards of bowling balls

Pool ball hail

Rain’n snain

Auggies and cats eyes

Peppering flail

 

Chalk outlines on the sidewalk

Around hyenas stalk

Fitting stiffs with ready tongues

Queue for pine overcoats

Wringing hands and slobbering

English on the eight ball cue

Rack those ladies

Sand ‘em on down

Bits’n bytes

Drugs’n bugs

 

Fields of crackling waves

Washing o’er with static

Harnessed the horses wild

Surfing Neptune’s moir

Wavy gravy for the Navy

Stranded on his fluxing wealth

Receiving Hermes and ticking clocks

Breaking on the rocks

Rancid and cotty

Black robes hiked high

Bony knees venereal disease

Scurry from their petards

Crouched like lances at bars

Haman’s gallows prouds yards

A driven wind hole hurries

Full Snow Moon blooming flurries

When the party dies, mop the slop

The hardy hies makin’ the mess

Confess, bless, address Artemis

Walkin’ stalkin’ with maukin

Dutch maid brandishing besom

Swept boot hill tombstones tumbled

Like weeds in the pyorrhea mouth

Of American history.

 

Gaea bleeds

From open wounds of wells

Grief smothers her heart

The bandage of green world gone

Where forest loved broken sticks

Like furniture after a pig raid

 

An Old Wolf stalks the seldom seen

Bloody-eyed rolled in rye

Oats and wheat

Truck not in tobacco spat

From lean back chairs porched

Pooched hooched pouched couched’n

Poached like deer’n eggs

 

The batteries of passion

Packed with Fudge the Judge

Splits and shits impaled on spits

Comes heel clicking ol’ Bo Jangles

Banjo, dobro and dildo

Rickety click’n lickety-split

Sappers sap nappers

Shovels dust like water

Into a barrel bubbles pop

A cornpone fed Fed from Utah

In a pine cone bed flop

Crying out its last:

Adidas! bleed us

The people wave and

Rave their fave slave!

 

God! STL in thine liver lodges

Arrows in gold quivers dodges

Bolts of blue shot from ivory bows

Duck and cover dominoes

Collect death to deliver

Fur wrapped fat shake’n shiver

Landlord drug into the yard

At the docks dealt the card

Like an ore boat hawsered

Sans brains and balls word

Drums load the mini gun of justice

 

Incoming mail pepper your tail

Salt the stalk and celery

Paid the onion cellar maid shall

Carry a canary down a cave, say

Halt the balk and pass the polish

Buff the cudgel of truth demolish

Dens of inequity called courts

Justice a mass in blood aborts

Vanish the Sirens’ shtick stick

Close shaved and store baloney

 

The tripwire of situation ethics

Taunt to the grenade of Freedom pinned

Juggled by jester judges seeped in sin

A broken woman washing clothes

Who everybody hates who nobody knows

Distraught from the bridge high leaps

To honks of hate and taunts of creeps

Radio haters, yea

Unholy hog-bung shit-licking osculators

Hermaphrodite hyena percolators

Dogs of Democracy liberators

Shrills of Capitalism

Disciples of Oppression

Jewel-crowned leaders

With or without peters

Unfit to suck her shit!

 

Barf dog barking

Sucking the homosexual snow blowing

Hot faggot in fireplace barracks

Red-hot poker

Wild card joker

Seething with grieving

Under the broiler pressure

Cooked when the Holy Ghost

Passed the binoculars

Rifling to the future

Tie-dyed bow ties

Green lights to the horizon

The sinister minister yea saith

The fox-smile of the tropics

Blonde in black, brunette in blue

Clutching squirms of electric eels

A frog in the pot

Cooked before it got hot

A blonde in blue stirred the stew

Alphabet agencies spell the word

Turd of the herd

Cereal delirial

 

At the washboard of revolution

Lathering with the soap of hope

Turns rocks in a slough

Cocks and sox to pox

Scorching the slugs of privilege

Radio pillage sizzling

The mega lux bucks, no tux

Flux of the mercury vapor lamp

Toasting toes of CEOs

Lords of the Loaf Pimiento

Crumbled and fed the birds

 

Bathed in the wine of wealth

She only wanted to rinse out a few things

And took out the fuckin’ country

Dis propped his feet on the rail

Leaning in a director’s chair

A bowl of pipe weed to boot

Corpses melting like candles

In the Muff-burger Sun

You should have listened

Nowhere to run, hon

Rattling her metallic feathers

She leapt borne aloft

On the Wings of War clashing

Adios,

Adidas!

I need us!

 

“Fuckin’ A!”

 

 

1996-12-2 unto 2001-3-26

Monkeyshines

 

Meme monkey in the middle

Meme monkey see he/she do

Meme monkey to son unblinking

Meme monkey to daughter unthinking

Worst always from you to you

Pass it down the queue

Pick a parasite eat a mite

Earthquake state cultivate

Hit ‘em on the pate

Serve ‘em on a plate

 

Egged, breast-fed sparks

Spears of rock-knocked technology

Chain mail letterbox

Cubicle for twenty score

Wage slaves on factory floor

Not iglooed the Moon

Not cloned bone

Folding chairs and paper not space

Weigh ghostly images

Vanish without trace.

 

 

1996-12-2 unto 2002-4-25

The Camel Spat’n Shat

Desert Blues

 

The camel stuck its nose

Then its ass in the tent

First your fences

Then your doors

Then by bulldozers your homes went

Reagan was beggin’ for your slaggin’

Mumblety-peg

Mumblety-peg

Shit on your rug.

 

    

 

“I know my plants.  That was not peyote we ate.”

Berry Jim Jack Delarosa

1997-4-16

 

1996-12-22 unto 2000-9-19

Mite Magic

 

Paracheese

Pan Cheese

The Ultimate Cheese

Celestial Gorgonzola

Pleased to meetche

Nice to know ya

Hope that maybe

We’ll rock’n rolla

Hotcha!

 

 

1999-2-16 unto 2010-2-16

The Anti Elvis Cometh!

 

Ring-a-ding

Ding-a-ring

The Anti Elvis cometh!

The Anti Elvis cometh!

A quarter he will bummeth!

The Anti Elvis cometh!

 

Dusty Feet the crier cried

Tumbleweed rollin’ rollin’

Rawhide flogged and dogged

Snuffling down the street

Long Shadow and the Huntress

In the Burn Butches & Bury

Singing Kundalini recension cherry

To Osiris gave a banquet of lotus

Fiery palmed, Orion’s fever arrows

Camouflaging a chameleon modus

Balmed by unguent Heaven lowered

Tongs and clothespins godhood wishing

Fishing from a crescent moon

Leaning on a Cheshire willow

Orpheus twangs a HAARPy tune

Under stairs alien airs

On an iceberg penguined

Sequined Aquaman in the creel

Scaled’n scalded on a lark.

 

Carp Girl cut carpetbagger

Bragger sea goats grunt and bark

Capricorn grazing gulping hazing

Aquarius’s age an inferno blazing

The bearded herds bleating eating

Wined dined dime-droppin’ amazing

Slimy tongue carried them far

Croaked Squeal Eel not a star

Fish safe since Arachne

Borrowed the Fates’ loom

To weave a web she strove

Her pet Cyber Spider wove

Magenta webs in the trees

The cluttered attic of culture

Comics’n white elephants leaves

The Web redoubtable flotsam seas

Odysseus hung hat not a second soon

Bloomed a butterfly from alcohol cocoon

Someplace south of Rangoon bleached

Moby Dick Jonah belched on a beach

Jonah a-gonna split out o’ reach.

 

Jamaican me seasick crazy like a

Light bulb swingin’ in a cheap motel

Chicom submon go to Hell

Bombed your embassy, poisoned your well

Ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha swell

Famous Amos club in hand

Bash and smash patriot man

For it doth the death bell knell

Forsooth’n forsake

Baloney and brown swagger

Salaam’n salami

Bossa nova macaroni

Dingle in the dale.

 

Dusty Feet

Tale to tell

Ring that bell

Run like Hell!

Burn the barn

Rattle the saddle

Woolly cattle prattle

Sheep puffy plums popping

Shotgun in the shelter

Shouldering burlaps

Packing snowballs hand to eyeballs.

 

The two-legged media his bell rang

Opened his pie hole and he sang

Edison slash Tesla came a comma

A caesura, pause & Yokohama Mama

Ring-a-ding, ding ring

Ringding gelong lama:

“Two arms hath the Chimp

Two legs he crews a blimp

Four hands to serve highballs

Throw low balls make eyeballs at sky balls

Dances tango and fandango

With a wallflower wimp.”

 

Clunking boot heels on sidewalk wooden

Through the batwings door

Spurs jingling crossing sawdust floor

Buckskinned Artemis slung low belted

Tight ass swishing bow lips melted

Three Panthers three-fingers mean

Three whiskeys fiery kinda obscene

Three friskies gambling nigh turned green.

 

Thirty boots for the road barkeep!

Straight no chaser, Chester

On the rocks for the Toad

Carbuncle and Fester Bestertester owed

National Gorilla Suit Day mode.

 

Yanking his chain through the doors

Back on the street he joined the whores

The Media Monkey rang his bell

Mindlessly opened his mouth to yell

Did not matter ‘twere Heaven

Did not matter ‘twas Hell

Banana Boy had shit to sell

Ring-a-ding

Ding-a-ring

The Anti Elvis cometh!

The Anti Elvis cometh!

Buy Acme Widgets

Made in China

They only make shit

That looks like shit.

 

Outside the epoch arched to closure

Chthonian deep no aired exposure

Aquarius darkness poured from a can

Scattered stars like whirlwinds

Embers over a swarthy sward

In motions of madness shadow froze

Cross dressing dog denizens

Lawyers and politicians

Leaders without peters

Swilling piss

Nectar of the clods

Poised tongue in dungy bung

Clouds angry thunder lightning under

Rubber band people stretching

Like silicon-sock stuffed brassieres

Turkeys from the ovens rusting

Bizarre at the bazaar

Carnal Carnival cannibals and animals.

 

A bindlestiff with bumbershoot

Shoulders pounding the jambs

Ate several cows a flock of lambs

Free lunch thanks a bunch

A bumper of vodka, tequila and rye

The Anti Elvis hath arrived!

 

“Hey pretty mama ain’t no jivin’”

That gunslinger’ chick he be addressin’

Ain’t no messin’ he be confessin’

“Bootin’ up the pootin’

Cuz I’m the rootin’ Teuton

Doom and rumors of doom

Lightnin’ of justice

Let it boom

Let it boom

‘N’ Ah kin see through pains in the ass

Lak saran wrap blouses ‘n’ panes a glass

An’ that group eatin’

Hog ‘n’ wastin’ nobody treatin’

Didn’t invite me

No can be

I’ll freeze ‘em free

With a pluck on G

We’ll see ‘em writhe on TV.”

 

Fats plucked his duck

Boy plucked his guitar

And there they are

Statues in terror

Flicked quick in error.

 

Hugging fire between her breasts

Artemis draws bows

Like Picasso in a hurry

Loosing arrows in a flurry.

 

Artemis: I’ve been seeking a man like you.

Anti E: Me too but I’ll have to do.

Artemis: I think we oughta give it a try

Shiver me timbers a bolt from the sky

Quivers unlimbers aerobic pie.

Anti E: Ol’ boy comin’ likes a long-pork fry.

 

She let fly a shaft unto the sty

Lone bone piercing Cyclopes’ eye

Earth shook like a shaker dry as lye

The Electric Snake did sigh and die

Nobody left to say goodbye.

 

Artemis: Take ‘em out like plumb on thumb.

Anti E:  You’d need a degree to be that dumb.

Artemis: Sounds ginchy tell me how come.

Anti E.  Cut the cards, a gallon of rum

Barkeep.  Hey pretty mama why so glum?

The Queen of Clubs’s my Queen of Hearts.

Artemis: Clear your head you’re belching farts

Diddling bulls’ pizzles modern arts

Sell sizzle not steak, easy as cake

Cut the pie, light the candles

Ashes rake.

Anti E:  With an onus they bone us

Filet on the half shell

Smack’n splat fat’n spat

Time to rock, stiff the cock’n sock

Stocks and bonds, stacks of bones.

Artemis: They’ll fall like bulldozed homes,

Silver Tuna.

Anti E:  An’ Grand Kahuna

Artemis: How does your garden grow?

Anti E:  It’d better be soona.

Artemis: Boots up Crimson Luna

Time to road the show

Wrenching, benching.

 

Hey pretty mama

Ladder me down on Broadway.

 

Ring-a-ding

Ding-a-ring

The Anti Elvis comes!

The Anti Elvis comes!

Grip them rungs

Clear them lungs

Grease them bungs

Grit them tongues

Hamburger heavy

The Anti Elvis

The Anti Elvis

 

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

 

The crier cries happiness brims his eyes

“Hallelujah praise the Great Spirit to the skies

Anti Elvis has left the building.

The Anti Elvis arrives!”

 

 

1999-2-27 unto 2000-10-17

Black Magic Moon

 

A dashboard drummer

Homesock but windsick

Armed the renegade rangers

With the gnarly gnawing

Cockroach of criticism

 

Laying young murdered bodies

At the altar of a petrified

Once an insane no name actor

Then an insane no name President

Now an insane Republican god

Patriotic rich fuck

Talk show shit-suck

Yellow-bellied dick-suck

Wanting chicom law here

Damning it there

Unchain carnivorous pigs’n

Their kin solving

What to do with the old black shoe

To Skull Orchard where Mockingbird

From the Champagne Room

Echelons corporate cannibals

Hickory switch they will come

Yardstick thwack, knuckles crack

Whipping post Sugar Shack

Slavering to suck you off.

 

Crystal pistol, whistle missile

Scripted hemp epistle

To regiments of renegade rangers

Patrol the proving ground

Boneyard of undead and dying

Shrink wrapped in fantasy,

The full metal jacket of a vacuum suit,

Encrusting a brief thief chief root

Hoots Nirvana shoots

The Moon’n loot the goon’n

Boot the loon

 

The Moon turned pinto

Red and purple

Witches pitcher, a pinch

Of wench stir the stew

Half a cup of newt eyes

Half a mo’ of dew

A key of hemp cleaned

Heels of an old black shoe

Unlocks wheat and barley screw

 

The last blade honed

On the whetstone of detached irony

‘Tude tones and cynical song

Once burned now gleam

 

Fumed the goon

Rhyme’n load

Fire the toad

Settle like a pedal

Axed’n trashed at beaver pitch

Barked, harked the lark

Warlocks ‘n’ witched

Juju voodoo hoodoo

Zombies ‘n’ Singapore slings

Under a Black Magic Moon

Blocked books of dry days

Of zits, dits’n dots.

 

 

Sandpaper Moon

Glenda Painter

1994-12-31

 

1999-8-1 unto 2000-8-28

Blessing in Crimson

 

Yo! Hecate!

Samuel and Saint Thomas A Becket

Ambrosia spooned with shovels

Into a wheelbarrow sherbet Sabbath

Waiting on an ice cream Sunday

For Godot and Hebe to replace Ganymede

Next Monday get hat and book bar

Steins of nectar setting forth

Banana split for parts far

Rub the nub and hub the hum

The Cleaved One cleaving

Ax men fertilizing trees and leaves

Gaea pleased with what she sees

 

Playing Edward the Great

Cut the cheese

If you please

When 800 coifed’n quaffed

Perfumed black robed

Pieces of shit

Left in the breeze

Hung in the trees

Brought the English up to their knees

Please, oh, please!

 

 

1999-8-2 unto 1999-11-3

Cold Cop

 

Here come the patriots

Their flag and their cross

Gonna nail you to a board

Gonna show ya who’s boss

 

There march the cowards behind

Their flag and their cops

Gonna murder on the street

Sucked off by moms and pops

 

Here come the bluecoats

Radio hair dressers behold

They’re down unto the camps

Gonna share a grave so cold.

 

 

1999-8-27 unto 2000-5-24

 

The Chamber Pot of Commerce Blues

 

I’m gonna leave big footprints

Gonna leave ‘em on yo’ face

Got a signature like a ligature

Smoke signal from the deep of space

Drums’n semaphore telling

Telegraphing place to place

Signing signifying up-welling

Four jokers and a bullet-shaped ace

 

Locust log and a shithead dog

Long dogged, hauled’n flogged

In a shit-dog wind

Lizard in a bog

A pigeon and a smidgen

Of uncompromising fog

Smoke and mirrors magic

Shadow lands tragic

Yippee ki yi

Yippee ki yea

Kiss the frog

Load the toad’n

Goad the road

Team of red horses on the way

White knight on an anvil-hoofed dray

Team of red horses on the way

A golden palomino

A Clydesdale and a bay.

 

 

Golden Banana

Kasey Boston

1997-5-7

 

1999-9-20 unto 2000-8-29

Double-naught Buckshot

 

Take two eye drops

And call me in the moaning

Open the gates

Sun in the gloaming

Fire up the Nash

Take out the trash

Horn in the corn

Pigs in the barn

 

I the lone watch stood

As the Sun set

Twelve-thousand-fifty-three times

And the wind slashed

And the lights winked

And crowded the night

And my gut ground

The stones in my stomach

But I stood it

And got stoned

Because I believed it

That God Almighty was God

And for some reason

Heard unworthy me

How foolish can one be?

 

Let’s hear it for the afterglow

Goin’ out in a blaze of glory

Goin’ out in a blaze of glory

Goin’ out in a blaze of glory

It had its moments.

 

 

1999-9-22 unto 2002-6-20

Bull Skull Moon

 

Fall the time for ghost towns

Fabulous Florence of the west

Best vest and a five dollar gold piece

A nine-ounce pocket watch

And a bootful of dust

Box canyons butter jack-o’-lanterns

Parapet mesas and silver sage

The bones of a wagon wheel jut

From a sandstone rut

Long lavenders and cobalt blues

The haunted river remains

And Sun honeyed ghost towns.

 

Leaves falling on ghost bones

Bleached of breath leeched of life

Limed by a Bull Skull Moon

The Thunder Mountain boom

Lightning Peak’n Holy Terror Creek

Thousand Dollar Gulch’n Roosevelt City

Baboon Gulch, Butcherknife Ridge

Civil War’s Warren’n Leesburg gritty

Main Street a line divided

Bullets, ropes and barrels of beer

Miner, cowboy and pioneer

Sleeping beneath a saddle blanket sky

Glowing under a Bull Skull Moon.

 

                       

 

The Snooty Guy, Too

Regimental Artiste, Boderland Helmholtz Zbrodalski, BMF.

1998-3-16

 

1999-11-24

Poem for the End of Time

Song of the End of Days

 

The warrior monk surveyed

Afield the tower tall

Eyrie majestic

Confusion of confusions

A confusion transfusion

Contusion occlusion

Backbone of illusion

Red cell delusion

Standing alone for nothing

The one thing he won’t stand for

The last Freedom fell

The last bar thrown

And the Moon notched

The last inch up

Star ruler

 

Beads of ceramic

Beads of steel

Death the only thing living

Death the only thing real

Satan wears atomic boots

A nuclear bra

Breathes the breath of the dying

Driving him like bamboo shoots

Read and heed or bleed your greed

Raw metal

Heavy metal

Beads of ice

Burgundy bumpers

Spark the gap

Battery jumpers.

 

 

1999-11-24 unto 2000-8-30

Devastation Moon

 

(Inspired by F. Zappa’s Concentration Moon)

 

Devastation Moon

Over the ruins in the valley

Over the ruins in the alley

Devastation Moon

Over the ruins on the coast

Smoking like the ruins of a roast

 

Devastation Moon

They wish they were back in power

With their friends those perverts in the tower

Slick as a dick

A cunt or a runt

Razors given for a dower

 

Devastation Moon

Over the ruin of a city

Funny that all thought it shitty

Devastation Moon.

 

 

Bricks & Blimp

Melanie Trundle

1994-8-23

 

1999-11-24 unto 2000-8-30

Midnight Moon

 

Death’s Dust at Death’s Crossroads

Paints in blue ice

On the Lemming Road

Near Bellwether Heights

Lies Sheep Shear Downs

Ova unto the slaughterhouse.

 

 

1999-11-24 unto 2001-3-20

In ER

 

TV naked nasties

Placed on conveyer belts

IVed and sampled

Touched and tested

Licked and tongued

Probed and pronged

Runged and bunged

Seven black vans and a hearse

Good Humor wagon and Mr. Softee lurch

For leather a lever birch

Dumped in the Hamburger Helper

Wearers of pasties and patches

 

Ducking baboons hurling spanners

The dugged dog with silver ax

The golden spade of weavers

Bureaucratic nonachievers

Grave grievers

And wavers of fag rags

To shrouds and shreds

A good thief tips his hat

Keeping his sword to the grindstone

His nose to the brimstone.

 

 

1999-11-24 unto 2001-3-20

Media Moon

 

Naked natives in native nakedness

The yron seeds of patriotism sewn

The putrid seeds of war

Mustard sperm of zeroes

Sickle sleuth, gibbous truth

Stars thick as sand

Silences and lies

Hazy mazes, lazy pages

Cheshire cat of the Goon

Nosegay born with silver spoon

Ladling nose candy Jim Dandy

Three sheets to a frivolous wind

Son-of-a-gun’n hope you choke

All flash and no fact

Murky waters

Mirrors and smoke

Anchor punks’ and punkettes’ teeth

Ken and Barbie speak

Reek ‘n’ bleat

Underwear overwear down underneath

Theirs ain’t no mind

There ain’t no beef.

 

 

1999-12-22 unto 2000-9-19

Smoky Flo

 

My love

Moves in shadows like night

Through storm and sleet set to fright

Between spaces where citizens fear to go

Stiffs the chthonian pit that I know

As home.

 

Ever in my heart to

Smoke their mirrors

Vaseline the lenses

Fog their cloth

Door their hinges.

 

 

2000

 

2000-1-25 unto 2003-1-23

Friggin in the Riggin

A Panty Sea Chantey

 

Yo ho ho!

And away we go

Cast off me hardy

Buckos ‘n’ scurvy knaves

Onto waxing wavy waves

Sing all tough sailor girls when far away at sea

Sailor girls the gangplank swaggering

Switching those asses quite staggering

Duffle bags shouldered

Bolder not older

Friggin in the riggin

A panty sea chantey

Har!

 

Anchor aweigh!

Lower the anchor an’ raise the m’sail

Har! Would you please pass the salt?

Son-of-a-gun if the cannon ain’t got doilies on it

This is somebody’s fault

She all hearty be me bucko

Not my fault you have

A runner in your hose

A runny nose

A broken nail

Don’t know a sail from tail

Ahoy! thar be

The Flying Dutchman passing

Laughing everlasting

Belayin’ ‘n’ waylayin’

Fingers crossed

Bounty main tossed

 

Ahoy!

Me buckos billy

Scads mirrors gulling

Bobbing for Adam’s apples

Galling the scaling sides

She raised her anchor

Her undress confessed

Unfurled her m’sail

We saw the barnacles riding free

On the Nuclear Aircraft Carrier of Destiny

Har!

 

Avast! me hardies!

Trailing her naked

Hull

Prow t’ bow

Stern in her wake

Bustle and crepe

Scowl to the scow

We’ll me billy buckos be

Slake our thirst on rum flagons

Wagons of casks

Flasks and masks

Tales of the Navy

Before they killed the gravy

Dimwitted she lacked a brow

Eyelids lowered like a coffin lid

Shadowed, often hid

Weepy professional mourners

Buried at sea in a sack

 

Thar she blows!

Blowed and stowed and all lockered away

Hoed and rowed bare knockered and laid

Thar be no barnacles on those bottoms matey

Livin’ in a slanty sea chantey

Friggin’ in th ‘ riggin thar be

A belayin’ pins’ a girl’s best friend

 

Dear Mum:

Lotsa cum

Penning my career

Drafted in a drafty draft

Keelhauled and reinstalled

Took the best of me

Knowing none could catch her

Outran the rest of me

None there was to fetch her

Screwed blewed ‘n’ tattooed

Please send some oatmeal cookies

Those kind in the foil wrapped box

 

Land ho!

Crowding the wharf in th’ lee

Of a wake

A fake is a fake

You ape ‘n ape

Lemmings for a fee

Confess the mess in

The crows nest and

Feet fleet years

Before the mast

Her low spirit

 Snarled in ratlines

Head a slop poop deck messy

Galley a nest of vipers

All along the Potomac

 

A belly full of baby?

Son-of-a-gun

how y’all spose

 thet happened?

The officer of the day she did say.

 

 

2000-1-25 unto 2010-9-3

Follow the Dancing Dodo

Á Go-go

 

Foam faced

Razor ready

Four o’clock shadowed

Bleary-eyed

Deep fried

Gemini died

Through the heart impaled

On the bloody cusp of a

Catnip Moon

 

Speckled and spackled

Spangled and dangled

Odoriferous mute trumpets multicolored

A tapestry of gay silks wafting

Proud march, a garden-variety pill taken

For colds, molds, and sore assholes

The tablet smoking

Chiseled of fire

 

Dodo á go-go

Loony as a tune

Your leadership

Around in circles go

Do–si–do

Bend thine ear down

The codex for reefers of rhyme

Combers of lake coliseums

The Four Horsemen, the Fab Four

Sought but never bought

Dark Riders of the Apocalypse

You come at the very worst time of man

Welcome

My friends

Welcome to the potluck

 

Follow the dancing dodo

Ghost Riders in the Sky

Galloping high a Montana ply

Flaming swords and scythes swinging

The reaper scraping a field of stubble

Hewing heads from stalks by bulks

Shocked, lock stock and barrels

Driving a blazing stampedes

Fiery-eyed bull of iron heeled

Horns and hooves of iron I saw

 

 

2000-3-3 unto 2000-9-16

Frog Mortar Stomp

 

Butterfly brain

Frog flippant

A reflection of a reflection

Echo an echo

Fog and mirages cast

Monkeyshines like a baboon’s ass

 

Mock mayhem

Big bubble blows a blast

Sink scene forty fathoms

The ack-ack of your hack

Smoking like a stack

PR flacks and puff pieces

Ax jobs and drive-by reporting

Pepper your tail with salt

Would holly berries flavor

The nectar of your nakedness

The future come to pass.

 

 

2000-3-8 unto 2000-9-19

A Different View From My Room

 

A different view from my window

A yellowhammer hammers

A hummingbird hums

Mockingbird mocks

Trees attacked by bipedal bugs

No peace but for dead slugs

 

Give me a scene that all my signs

Have come true

Just wanna drink that mountain dew

Give me a scene that all my signs

Have come true

I wanna see rocks

Not you and you and you.

 

 

2000-3-8 unto 2000-9-19

A Worse Verse

 

A brace of pistols crutched

A parrot shouldered squawks

Matrix of my mental badlands

Labyrinth a trackless desert

Rabbit holing dark hare hole

Bunghole dung a tongue rung

Good citizens are ignorant

And all high strung

Awaken.

 

 

    

 

“Nope.  It was a GMO.”

Berry Jim Jack Delarosa

1997-6-10

 

 

2000-5-24

Don’t Sing Happy Birthday

It’s Copyrighted

 

A bouquet of bayonets

On our wedding day

Yes we love you

How else can we say?

 

‘N’ we gonna be

Comin’ on in there now

Don’t need no plow

You big fat speckled cow

Necklace of bullets and bombs

Political lard plucks the plums

 

The governments will feed us

See us’n like us

Take our whelps and put ‘em in schools

We don’t hug ‘em

Whip ‘em and bug ‘em

Waving the flag like fools

Teachin’ ‘em who rules

Don’t make ‘em human swear ‘em to flag

Destroy the ‘fraidy cats for your bloody rag

 

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Hope they don’t hear us singing

Coz we might be breakin’ rocks

Happy birthday to you.

 

 

2000-5-24 unto 2000-9-19

Heaven Let Your Light Shine Down

 

Six trumpets jazzin’

Four horns weaving woe

Gothic ethereal razzin’

Lady of Fatima be de ‘ho’

 

Smokin’ cigars with the Dragon

Braggin’ o’er flagon of ale

Cocks and courage saggin’

Four dark riders hitchin’

By the trough at the rail

Four fiery horses bitchin’

White black red and pale

Gum belts notched spit and sighing

A golden palomino bore a ranger neighing

Dragon stabbing with his gooey tale

 

Leaping from the saddle

Wagged a finger threatened to tattle

Send them grim cavaliers on their way

Down the road to the Tombstone Cabaret

 

Across the wooden sidewalk clumping

Watched awhile royal rider stumping

Boots a-jingle jangle spurring

Double doors swinging blurring

Sat near Dragon boasting toasting

Fat Chambers of Commerce roasting

On the Snake of the Scale nail

Screamed, squirmed to no avail

 

Thus the Ranger spake:

Ten skeleton keys on a golden chain

Holding Hell for those that mean it

Like these you eat and flush down the drain

Who’d rather leave the closet than clean it

 

The Worm turned swallowing a burgher

The Duke of Earl harnessed heard her

Spake the Wyvern:

Ranger amazement I shall compound

You fought alone forever outbound

Ring and engagement thus confound

Help draws nigh the sheeple to astound

Thundering hooves shoes thrown high

 

The whirlwind dusty covered the sky

Shoes flew high with a hi ho Silver

He knew now what he came to deliver

Hasty heighed the Duke town to town

 

Heaven let your light shine down

Heaven let your light shine down

 

 

2000-5-24 unto 2000-11-24

Bad Moon Risin’

 

Purple haze and distant thunder

Green maze and mystic wonder

Phoenix blaze in the mythic yonder

Halcyon Days trip and blunder

A far fog umbrellaed Mariah under

A Bad Moon to quake and ponder

Absence makes not the heart grow fonder

Earth they scrape and rape and plunder

Her sacred flesh but to squander

Go! Go! to the Montana Mountains

Sit out the Apocalypse bright absconder.

 

 

2000-5-26 unto 2000-11-24

Moon Tooth

 

Dancing Tooth Fairy Megan merry

The dust of a Moon Tooth glinting

Wood nymph Megan snuggled huggled

Stifling a trifling Freezer Geezer

Rust of the frozen fathers

Tears of dust

Breath of musk

Hung on the cusp of a lurch

A pistol brazen blazing

Icicles poking in others’ druthers

Come Mothers Fathers Sisters Brothers

A candle unbushled butters

The open Book of Doom

Yron bound and melancholy

Patriot’s gloom

 

Read the eternity of asses bad

By the light of a Tuna Moon

Stitching swells together

Silver Luna Tuna clicking their dicking

Tricking their ticking

All over the floor

 

Megan twirls in Ultima Thule

Streamers pirouetting

Hands steeples opens letting

Star dust glitter, sparkles settling.

 

 

2000-5-30 unto 2000-11-24

Goosy

 

Il Duce runs loose

Greased by a goose

A teddy bear on the Lamb

Unsung bung hung’n rung

Coon-assed harassed’n sassed

Without a bikini in Bimini

Atoll.

 

A highway to the Azores

Red and black

Tan and green

Gulls emeraled over

Sea mares rare as golden clover.

 

 

2000-6-1 unto 2000-9-5

The Mastodon Infantry

 

The Mastodon Infantry

Oompa! Oompa! Oompa!

Shuffle shuffle shuffle

Shnuffle shnuffle shnuffle

Tromping on ear corns, cousin

Tromping on ear horns a dozen

Tromping on eyeglasses buzzin’

Tromping dogs yes’n was’n

Eye the downturn

Pitched thrice high a dentist drill

Circular saw insanity

Power tool profanity

Slinging shit on peace

Hammers of madness

In the clutches of Morons from Hell

Router pouter

Ed the Tattooed Freak

Old Sideshow Ed

And his hillbilly buddy

Woe that quiet were sold by the pound

Despite the cost

Oompa! Oompa! Oompa!

 

Truffle truffle truffle

Fools’ tools

Tools of fools

The depraved ungraved

Grainy unto flame

Double dipping the salsa

Of the public largess

Unholy lardness

The waters of righteousness

Will not be damned

 

Shuffle shnuffle truffle

Sad sad sad

A chocolate donut in the rain.

 

 

2000-6-6 unto 2000-11-24

Who the Brave

 

Who the brave

Wave after wave

Mown down like hay

Storming Normandy long ago

I think of you blushing

Unable to pay what I owe

Slaughter across the water

 

Who the brave

Wave after wave

In whose shadow stand I humbly

Choked unworthy of the lives you gave

Suffering and sacrifice unto the grave

Thinking this country

Worthy to save, yea

 

Who the brave

Wave after wave

All your sacrifices betrayed

Betrayed with every breath

Sucked the cocks and

Licked shit off the

Assholes of your torturers

 

Who the brave

Wave after wave

Mine fields cleared by storming

Storming across the beach

Storming into the breach

Of death storming storming

Across the beach storming

Who the brave

Wave after wave

 

Thank you.

 

 

2000-6-11 unto 2000-11-29

Dream Lover

 

Morning comes dripping

Like sweat when I jog

Rising from a pond

leggy dishy misty Selene

Onto Sun toasty rock of day

Yawns, towels and scratches

Stretches, splashes on nectar

Throws on a grass meadow

Sun-honeyed buttercups

The Holy Mountain apples her special.

 

 

 

Crystal Apple

Kasey Boston

1997-5-7

 

2000-6-15

Message from Maria

 

I have a message

Take it and hit the road

Listen! I ain’t your mother

Wouldn’t admit it if I were

Nor blood as brother

Take curses for your goad

 

My staff I doth cudgel

Resounding buffets unto your pate and back

A drubbing for a cat-box country’s cur

Squint-eyed churl an embarrassment

A serf with a monkey on her back

Not to mention hump

 

Purple ink scribble

Scribing newspaper rags

Flags under a pariah’s asshole

Ligatures of lust law banning

Looping the web spanning

Poop scooping the news of your mass roll.

 

 

2000-7-6 unto 2000-11-24

A Scorpion Drowned in My Ink Well

 

A scorpion drowned in my ink well

I went to fish it out

Angling with a pinky

I did yell and shout

Its tail backlashed snapping

Pine knot in a fire

The sting of death pigeoned them down

Supine in the mire.

 

A squid on speed jetting

Blazing across the page

Flaming figures of love

Incandescent letters of rage

Coolant pumps to my pen from a drum

Danger: Hot Pencils!

Ice over the season of sage.

 

 

2000-7-12 unto 2000-11-24

Lard Ass Rising

 

Ponderously pontifical

Scooting back his chair

Letting his belly sag

 

Here comes the Sun

There ain’t gonna be no hiding

Yea, they run and run and run

Their badges sheltering no backsliding

Huff’n you puff’n you know they’re done

Bankers’n rankers’n spankers’n scum

Blow their sties down burn their bun

Turn rocks over in damp places stun

Sold their dignity for a bra of fun

Under the gun they spun

Sluices of the Fat Man’s splitting tun

Surges to roots of swelling pun

A wine press of red rays

A deep fat fryer of purple stays

Popcorn in the Sun.

 

 

2000-7-12 unto 2000-11-30

Loofah

 

Gourd guts and coconuts

Stupidity goes to sea

In a boat called the I Cannot See

The depth charge attack of eternity

Fantasy flashes of infinity

Take a bight out of that

The God of Electricity

Trotters in the ASDIC

Blood pudding pie in eye, aye

Hollow fork tuned

Powder monkey blowing a powder horn

A big pig a peppercorn

 

To warn

To warn

Anarchy malarkey

A pooch la douche

And a lawyer named Sharkey

Comes crazy as a loon

Clicking heels peals

The Music of the Spheres

Pythagoras leers

Corner the fifer

Who is like God

A loop in the rope

Like a dope without hope

Curving a river strand

Sand the hand Hourglass Man

A new whirlpool corkscrews

Coasting a bay lining

The emperor’s new clothes

 

Huff-Duff gotta puff

Melting butter over unto the Sun

Nuff stuff it got ruff

With tha, jelly belly would you like a bun?

 

God’s bowels crushed walnuts

A cosmic emetic wolfed

Open the Bombay! Bombs away!

Onto the perpendicular herd hoofed

 

I slipped shiv into a hippogryph heart

Dripping a gourd of gore

On a bush, lux blood

Sopped with a sponge

Dabbing the scattered skeletons

From the Dry Bones Range plunge

Down Ezekiel’s Dry Bones Valley

Wonderin’ where the yellow went

 

Bones gathered like a murder of crows

Upon the harvest of a rich man’s foes

From toes to foot to anklebone arose

A flying skull a calcium gull

Swooped’n scooped and dropped

A cherry on whipped cream top

And spoke yea, saying:

 

Purge the herds with the words of nerds

Cork the pork with a dork, fork the ork

Bung the barrel of their history

Shades of a green canopy victory

Virile youth they hate our cheery

Sons and daughters to the slaughters

Sent by cringing politicians bending

Every precept causing uprights human

From subhuman to split startling

Lawyers deserving of crucifixion

Mesmerizing first their minds by

Waving a filthy rag in the faces

Of poopy pinched in parents’ places

Never educated always indoctrinated

Media monkeys banana broadcast

For slope-headed pubic dildo mast

Coconuts crazy maze lost rubric

Cubic patriots cocktails guzzle

Tax paid overpaid raving muzzle

Burch and Lurch not much puzzle

In sewer water morph and mutate

Worms with germs squirm prostrate

Cooties crown to booties obliterate

With that bones became bright glory

Yet not the last of one great story

 

Many as Myrmidons dry bones assembled

Fleshed out formed up marched to dismantle

Hyenas and the zoo ahoof preying on Man

Shitting their pants they ran and ran

Into cul de sac Armageddon Valley

Like many a pissy bum back in the alley

Buzzards buzzed like clubs on high

Blizzards of buzzards fat’n sassy

 

Sailing on rafts of hate

Gliding down like kites gorging up

On patriotic mash and lumbering

Aloft dragging bellies of road kill

Bomb bays full statue salute

A madcap militant over hard against

Full death radio wackos

Limp boughs as peters limburger

Bursting with vittles

Donkey dung braes nosegays

His pack man a gravitic pannier

Bombs away!

 

Aloha!

Space invader

Fanged crusader

A lei for a lay

A die for a die

Sonic phonics

Pharaoh president

Prophet priest and people

Even Elohim hate

Those trading rights given of God

Like baseball cards for porridge

A slime mold economy

Ringworm commercialism

Empty of soul

 

Be sangin’:

Kitab Ilani on the muvvafuckin wall

By the finger of Thoth vent it all

Dripping guano marks the mall

Whitewash and hogwash

To ten thousand islands

And a million at sea

That many airborne coffee, milk or tea

From Austin to Boston

Declawed deballed neutered but free

Doom and rumors of doom

Oh, let it be

Let it be

 

And the corkscrew of infinity

Auguring the champagne bottle of oblivion

Took a turn for a curse

Whistling for a hearse

For mankind’s worst

Rather be a dog turd

Than a patriot in the End of Days

 

Loofah

Scrimshaw

Over in the corner

Dewfall

Grim slaw

Hyena Boy now a goner

Bones staged a return engagement

He be sangin’:

“Yo, Bo Diddley musta knowed you was comin’

Bo Diddley musta knowed it was you

Bo Diddley musta knowed you was comin’

Bo Diddley musta knowed it was you.”

Dum de-dum-dum dum dum.

Loofah loofah loofah loofah.

 

 

2000-7-26 unto 2005-2-24

Acid Downs

 

All along the quicksand

Melted watches and saggy clocks

Belted swatches and baggy socks

Crimson puddles and raggy flocks

Miles of crocodiles

Alligator percolator

Sward like a plastic rug

A three-foot bug

Artificial turf tow

The thin flesh line

In a testosterone fog

Up from the caustic lie

A purple wart, pink frog

Squatting on a meat log

Up a striped hog’s

Porcine bovine oath takin’

Flag tattooed poop chute

White and right.

 

Indecisive trees glow clutching wasteland

Gnarly knotted and potted in a box

Saffron flowers root in deep paradox—

Radical sabbatical roots

Boasting an inner glow

Spanish moss ticker tape

Eerie and leery mud puppies

Barking on the bole of desire

Barfing on a spit of spite

Beyond day, under the night

Lungfish and dungaree demagogues

Where polluted air cakes

Dugongs and manatees slough

Slopping along ply the smog

Shotguns on the cusp.

 

Sheltering behind shields

Shivering in armored vests

Psychotic and patriotic

Fearing the feathered cock

Of the Almighty’s justice

Will not husband them.

 

Iron horse on a peppermint kick

Stand knocking knees like rocks

Sparks becoming larks

A tungsten carbide wall

Boxes hard the stall

Like chocolate in the Sun

Liquefy and run down the drain

Fails to smooth and soothe

A wasted people’s pain.

 

My Funny Valentine

Sang a Mariah Moon

Blustiferous

Splendiferous

Sweet tart of the celluloid strand.

 

 

2000-8-3 unto 2000-11-24

I Thank the Great Spirit

 

I think the dawn nearing

I think the sky getting bright

Over unto the clearing

Ending forever the night

Frigid nightmare lens of fright

Yea, over unto the might

 

None agreed

Many opposed

Breasting ever alone

Like gum bottom a shoe

I stuck with what right

I Thank the Great Spirit

That I’m none of you.

 

 

Kasey Boston

1997-5-7

 

2000-8-20 unto 2002-4-23

Lawnmower Locomotive

 

Tittering, your ass grass

The Ice Woman cometh

Draped in streaming red tape

Pushing a power mower

Graceful and Continental butted

 

Baboon troupe of a blabbermouth

Moon on monkey shines shenanigans

Yammering in a nightmare

Dunged and bunged

Clicking heels the Platinum Plumber

An unbunger of debungers

Unassed the truck

Gold around the gills

Silver coated pills

Brass about the balls

 

Let the monkey-suited

Flag freak through

He wishes to burn incense:

Oh great statue

Gargoyle of Gag

Gog and Magog media

Order of the Golden Fleece

Holding a dim torch

Under your cobalt nose

Your iron and clay toes

Long since crumbled

Rust unto dust

Seven heads, ten horns

Wearing a towel

Wax from your ears trowel

Over the lenses

You live to work

Not work to live

Stick your midnight torch

Up your concrete ass

 

Lethal mobile

Your ferocity futile

Depravity nubile

Willow supple frozen in space

Witches and bitches unholy race

Lacerates launches detonates

The Whore staggers

Drunk on the blood of innocents

Guzzling blood from babies

Squeezing out the last drop

 

Lawyers, large leeches

Surfing on combers of gore

Barfing on a flaming bush

A pregnant bullet bit

Dimples pimples nips and hips

Rose a fleur-de-lis

Skateboarding on the bones of babies

Ollies off ribcages

Nosegrind atop big toe phalanx

Kickoff from a cubitus

360ø flip on a femur

A five-fuckin’- forty board varial

‘N’ a 900ø motherfucker!

Executed Kickflip McTwist

Who may have to settle for the bronze

After all the chairs were on deck

A vocal local yokel shark focal

Wagging finger gainsaid their

Polka dot underwear

The national emblem waved to

Leviathan ‘n’ yo’ bruvva Rahab

Hovers iron cloven

The tapestry of your fate woven

Your destiny

Imaged in barbecue sauce

Insect spray and frags

The Anti Elvis hath spoken.

 

 

2000-8-21 unto 2002-4-24

Image Scrimmage

 

Fee fi fo fum!

Do re me an’ a bottle of rum

Scrum for the bum

You no-character scum

On the same page

May I say?

 

Great One!

The tempo of the tempest

Crazy to win unjust wars

Poisoned by a uranium geranium

Depleted shells and carapaces

Turtle down your shelled pearl

Soul of no lustre

 

Oh, Babylon!

Ravenous Marduk shafted

Steak holder in the Starveling Times

Salvagatin’, starvation

Muddy Waters to the slaughters

Behind Bob Dylan smoked

Stave fighter over a logged stream

Fluxus arsenic sans trout

Quarterstaff stout

Dollar-ninety-five on sale

Plus tacks

Loco locust collect

Killer beeves ease and grease

The hungry bear will eat

 

Run! Run!

Looting troubadour

Fluting the ridge ways

Lays what pays

Of corrugated hearts

Groovy tunes beguile ruffled

Baboons laced frowsty

With fusco brushwork

Tooting a criosphnix in crinoline

Musty and dusky

He be sangin:

Yahweh owned a people

Jehovah’s inheritance hated

Enlil willed to Ninurta

Exiled to the Moon

By Olam roundhoused

Nunki skating to the fire

 

Beat the drum!

Melons and swellin’s

Rhymes with the times

End straggles staggering

Like a hobo on dago red

Before the fragrant Cosmic Pizza

A starry bloodhound

Swagged like a hammerhead

Cocked its leg against

A Pillar of Heaven.

 

 

2000-8-23 unto 2000-11-3

Crows Rook Castles

 

(Inspired by Isaiah and Jeremiah.)

 

Bankers! you whores!

Give ear unto the voice of choice

They knew you even then

Lying in a sacred place

Unto the Valley of Vision

Your plans swelling like grapes

Will be nipped in the bud

Trampled out your blood

Left to sear in the desert

Flying sharks

Stink rays

Remoras and lampreys

Hagfish and leeches

Blood

Will be quaffed by the Cacti of Truth

The Gila Monster of Justice

Will eat the husk of your bulk

The rags of your remains

 

Lawyers and judges!

Khedives of cowardice

You’n your hyenas devour

Wayfarer and foreigner

Communities and families

Turning out widows and orphans

With assembly line regularity

Deny succor to the dying

Defy others to staunch crying

Yea, incestuous with thy

Bulldozers of democracy

Will vanish like cesspool scum

In the Chinook of Righteousness

Vultures of the media alone

To mourn your passing everlasting.

 

Yea’n yeas:

Your spreading tendrils snipped

By the Pruning Shears of Manhood

The jellyfish of your cupidity

Mucus pukus will dry to dust

Self-flagellation and adulation

Will not restore the Earth

Check your pants for your worth

Fat cat Republicans rich in girth

The lions have roared against you

Your watchmen on couches repose

Eating almonds and mind candy

Arm candy draped close

Et candy screening cunts

Lesbian grunts

Cannibal animals

Your walls crumble around you

Wherever you look fear

The green glow of the lotus

Blooms fire from the palm

Devouring paper tigers

Profits and bodies fired

Hyenas howling at a Paper Moon

Armed and armored cackling cowards

Red dragons and wagons of woe

Chrome chariots of suet

Horsed by another color

Whipped from your throne

Chained to the Yron Pillars of Twilight

And gates of brass

Tremble to the roots

Tumble down down

Wolves of the friggin’ forest

Will pup where you shopped

Paw where you maw in the stall

The lions of the desert

The pards of the plain

Shall sup where you dropped

Fat maggots well-sopped

Silk socked

For rag mop

Ye opted

 

Golden eagles on high

Catamounts on crags

Rattlers of the rocks

Will nest in your best

Shit in your crocks

Grit in your socks

 

Daemons will dance in the ruins

Daemons will dance in the ruins

 

In chicken coup mansions

The rich hatch plots like eggs

Of Monsanto, egg-sucking rat god

Purling dog of democracy

Rangy, mangy, flea bitten

Mad as a hatter trussed on a platter

Jerky turkey neck motherfucker

The Staff of Life corrupted

Makes vile corn

Unfit to eat eaten

Created and released

Mole worm molecules

Scions of prions

Peeling off DNA

Prophylactic in the dark

 

Ye shall sow wheat

But eat thorns and thistles

Act bewildered

Harvesting shame

Your fat happy scarecrow leaders

Jolly, by golly

Primped and papered

Fatter than farts

Will carried be

In gore-crepe sedan chairs

Of ramrod patriotism

For they cannot walk

Not even stand

 

Demons will dance in the ruins.

Demons will dance in the ruins.

 

 

 2000-8-24 unto 2000-11-30

Buffler Wings

 

You don’t buffalo a buffalo

Nor goose a moose

Gagging chicken dust puff boom

Phoenix full of yourself bloom

Like a cactus under the Moon

Peyote for a coyote

Sagebrush, tumbleweed, lizards of doom

Mourning ashes and sackcloth

Pageant of tragedy shear gobs

Of malignant wool off the wicked

Picket media fleece golden

Eagle pickles, greenback poltroons

Hot-sauce assed for war

But not when it would save

Girls hanging themselves

With their belts beside the road

The White House lust now hotly

The illiterate son of the toad

Boys that enjoy their peaches

Pallid, pared, pitted and sliced

And previously digested like poi

To please their oily buddies

Would murder all Earth youth

And the Earth to boot

Yea: flush the poilet

And let no patriot

Stick to the side like a stain

Or a stamp.

 

 

2000-8-24 unto 2000-11-30

Tea Time

 

Black sheep bright in the midnight pregnant

Incandescent teardrops of candlepower

Inca descent and a little on the rye

Punched the ticket decades past

Launch your lunch window

Bust outside in

Brush the dust from wings rainbow

Let a flesh sickle scythe and mow

Flow

Work its due

Due its work

Clang and drum

Strum and drang

Anubis and Thoth painting

A tooth with the feather of truth

Scent your smell barbecue swine

T-squared and nail-pared

Might tea fine

Might tea fine.

 

 

2000-8-27 unto 2003-4-29

The Goddess

Her Divinity

 

My

Holy One

Angel

Taurus her throne

She dips her toes into the stars

She walks in beauty like the night

Her feet, lovely upon the mountain

To kiss her legs

A cup of honey

A thimble of nectar

Her breasts blushing peaches

The morning and evening star

Apple of the Holy Mountain

Peace to the ears

Balm to the eyes

Her kisses wine

Vase of love

Her soul

The Moon

Michelle

Ma belle

Michelle

 

 

Rhapsody

Melanie Trundle

1995-3-30

 

2000-8-28 unto 2001-3-20

Reality Read

 

Vomit on the summit

No sleep faith plummet

Why must I reality read?

My life-force and -blood bleed?

Thin highs cannot be lower

My coffers suckin’ mud slower

Cobwebs in the mailbox

Syphilitic spiders in the e-mail box

 

A 2000 penny

Not as good as any

Big steel magnets

Big business typhoons

Big campaign mongrels

Big corporate spittoons

Big movie poltroons

Your assholes are reticulated

Target-ship down the big greasy

Sleazy, queasy

No guts

No glory

No brains

Same story.

 

 

2000-8-31 unto 2011-2-17

Olive Oil

 

A hot plot means a lot

Moses composes

Pickled in the rye

Wicked and wry

Rushes, reeds and bulrushes

To corral papyrus and hemp

Burn bright star burn

The column of the Universe

The verse of the Earth

Yea be sangin’

 

Quaff this mon frère

Olive Oil of Destiny

Good for the soul

Makes your passage

Swift and almost painless.

 

2000-9-7

Close Shave

 

Rising and wiping sweat from

My brow brushed an errant asteroid

The degreed idiots didn’t see coming

Neck burned and spurned

At the globalist meeting UN

God Almighty thumbed a pebble

At cackling choppy-fingered war criminals

Gorging on the little left

The UN Millennia Summit Meeting

Warned a warm pelting waiting.

 

 

2000-9-7 unto 2002-4-25

Alaska

 

(Phillip gave me salmon he caught in Alaska)

 

Salmon slab

Stake of a steak

Holder of a world older

Yet wet behind the years

The fisherman

Lover of horses

Exults in field and stream

 

Gone thirst of the Magi

Hunger and worry too

Gone flea bites and chill nights

Lice and mice

Gone the ice caps

But maps by the rich drawn

Shall soon be drafted

By Men under wraps

 

A rare time

With wine

And a big green salad

Savoring thick slab of wild pink paradise

Sweet as the woman I love

But not as mean

Bitter sweet meat

 

Thanks for the fish Philip

But Wormwood beams our families

The jaundiced gaze of a bioengineered

Genetically altered, gene-spliced

Hawk-dove greasin’ on itself

Beams our homes from above

Determined to eat itself.

 

 

2000-9-19

Little About Nothing

 

The fabled purple notebook

Fiat of fiats

List of fists

That folded far crimson

Sticky as a theatre floor

Swelling like a parade of boots

Ochre soldiers of ordure

Warriors ye ain’t.

 

 

2000-9-20 unto 2002-4-4

Rag Heads

 

With your towel you look so now

Bandaged around your head, dead

Sinners ‘n spinners of wickedness woe

To kill mothers love you strove

Patriots nothing sacred hold

Fags for rags called flags

Same-o swag ‘n’ slag

Blood- cum- and shit-stained

 

A flag’s a filthy rag

Be it for God or hag

Bag your swag fag

Makes Humans gag

Scalawag

Zig ‘n’ zag

Shag and wag

Your pointy tail

But most of all it

Makes you sag.

 

 

2000-9-21 unto 2004-11-15

He Whittles Fiddles

 

Oh! Come all ye haters

Blood- shit- ‘n cum-stained

Masturbators

Pig and military

Freelance unattached

Assholes with lassos

CEOs and DJ rapers riding radios

Don’t need no rodeo

 

The skinny—

The Three Marketeers

Their luxurious cauliflower ears

Up-trancing the target downwind

Dipping past tight purse strings

Deep pockets but hollow sockets

Not a bulb to screw you

Top-notch hopscotch

Top-flight top-shelf pelf

Cutting-edge hypocrisy

Made for the common man

One size fits all

Cuneiform wedge

Top of the line

But end of the road

 

Sheltered by a wooden porch

A chair leans against the wall

Stockpiled lucifers ‘n’

Molotov cocktails

Sheltered in the shed

He whittles fiddles

Uncle John has a long moustache.

 

 

2000-10-3

Virtual Realty

 

I’m a virtual person

I’m almost real

Watch your back

Your mind I’ll steal

Round ’n ‘round you go

In an ever widening circle

Belt stretcher

Big belcher

 

I’m a virtual person

A bum in the oven

Something I’m baking

A sword, two dragons, a coven, a slaking

 

Goad the toad

The ho ho ho

Man in the making

Christmas comes but once a Deluge

When pumpkins and hollow saints

Go down as lights go up

With cheer beer, chill the swill of misers

Hording love and wasting mountains

Skoal

 

I’m a virtual person

Gonna virtual all over your ass

I’m a virtual person

Gonna virtual all over your ass

The snow has melted from the pass

The snow has melted from the pass

Ciao.

 

 

2000-10-4

Oysterman

 

Oysterman!

Catch as catch can

Shelled like Hamburger Hill

Chopper choppity chop chop

Goodbye Chesapeake Bay

It has not been fun

Not peaceful, not safe

Certainly not quiet

Every night a Dog Day night

Assaulting savage neighbors

Comfortable for the most part

Crowded, crowed and cramped

I’ll miss you coz I’m used to you

Familiar faces and places

It had its moments

 

Comics DC, Outdoor Life

Field and Stream, Mad Magazine

Hot Rod and Motor Trend

The road’s ahead

Around the bend

It was cold then

Chilled my soul.

 

 

2000-10-4 unto 2010-5-26

Can You Read Me?

 

Can you read me?

Can you read me?

Over.

 

Smoke signal, drums, knotted cord

Telephone, microphone, semaphore

Television, shortwave, Rongo Rongo board

Heliograph, telegraph, river ford

Internet, roads, sculpture, radio roar

Cylinder seal, calligraphy, painting or

6,809 languages of lore

Sign language, infrared

Carrier pigeon, accordion score

 

Adam to Nephilim, come in, over

Adam to Nephilim, come in, over

I am not on my knees

I seek not to appease

Nor praise this craze

Nor particularly please

These daze this maze

Of Hell’s free malaise

You made it!

You grenade it!

 

Set down this in Kitab Ilani

Set this down

Elohim, Nephilim, Anunnaki

Gods in antediluvian cuneiform speak

Lingua franca wedgie

Hedgy, sword edgy

Bend gold

Ears to suffering untold

Inscrolled & bankrolled

Beyond tabulation

Delineation

Imagination

Semblance human

Hellfire conflagration

Pitched you this tabernacle

Boothed! the desert domed

Seeds sown

Barley mown

Marijuana grown

Stacked the ladder staggered

The hiatus sky

You up drew

The blood ocean rising higher

Nine feel high ‘n’ risin’ higher

Children to the highest buyer

Sold!

 

Elohim

I plant a bean

Only cost two cows and a sow

With a high-loader innocent dead piled

Most horribly slaughtered not a wet eye

Tear plied nor oath cried

Squirreling grounds for Hellhound

Rich clogging the pits of patriotism

Below the salt cellar of the throng’s thong

Brownnosing the corporate butchers

 

Veracity

Perspicacity

Opacity

Rapacity

 

Deep capacity

Chastity of publicly performing whores

Actress animals cavorting

Corporate cannibals

Shaken bacon humanity

Cowardly beyond profanity

 Pathetic over the horizon inanity

Horny females

Brass-balled

Furred backs

Long clawed

Cowering under shields of law

Shields of straw

Depraved beyond the grave

I huff ‘n I puff ‘n

I blow your house down

 

Nephilim

You know what I mean

Old sins long shadows cast

Like winter sunrise

Even a barrel hath a bung!

Bridging the Rapids of Desire

The whitewater of Blackwater

A cesspool’s bilge water

Spawned like carp milt

Into eggs the dipshits pawned

Piously piping the mortal

 And pestle of war

Mortar and pistol

From their velvet clamshells

Tents lunatics pitched

Against the Drums of Dawn.

 

Olympus

Do not skimp us

Perpend!

Flag fags & hags

Scholars, lawyers and celebrities

Blow meat flutes

Sexaphones rooty-toot-toots

Do those locking our chains

Stains

Stave the knave

They

Unchained the dogs of democracy

The bureaucracy autocracy

Baboons armed with harpoons

Festoons and platoons of goons

Poltroons in pantaloons

Making laws smashing looms

When alone together in their rooms

Dickheads on auto stroke— loons

Trudging to penthouse or saloons

Knuckles scraped on sandpaper sidewalks

Humped

Bumped

Peeling bananas

With their toes

Anything goes

Anything goes

 

What patriots to little babies do

You mighty Elohim eyes turn

 

Anunnaki

Remember the billions butchered

Hiroshima, Nagasaki

Civilization your jalopy

Poor excuse for Human

Sloppy

The wicked have but one response

The worship of their god

A one-way street from air to sod

Satan the Fiend

The Father of Shadows

The Father of Lawyers

Bunged a Pesthouse Bunny

That squeezed the fanged god

The cowardly Flag

Out’n her asshole

Demanding Human sacrifice

In its ritual worship war

And from all its pig disciples

Deviled like eggs scrambling

Under the summer Sun

 

Yea

Rake, break

Claw the hate crate open

Fallen from the Tulip Truck of Destiny

Pry with the crowbar of thunderstones

Hammer the lock stuck

Sophisticated citizenry a-yuk yuk

Corrupt, over supped

And oven stuffed

Hanging soft dicks

 

Divinities

Without obscenities

On no bended knees

Listen

Step down the stairs

Helical eternity

Batter and hack that slack

Slag the cook of the book’s

Vermin infested shotgun shack

Shadows on the blind charade

Discordant serenade

Soaking in vinegar marinade

Worms for a shepherd’s crook

In a greasy brown paper sack

Charcoal roasted toads & toadstools

Stewed in jooze froot grape

At the Gag ‘N’ Go

The Ever Open

 

Will I hear never

Thoth-Enoch

Nephilim to Earth

Thoth-Enoch

Nephilim to Earth

 

Must confess you sound stressed

Past the past they have regressed

Cowards of cruelty all undressed

Odium icicles sexually depressed

Fleeced, obese, greedily obsessed

Pack your gear free the oppressed

 

The Delivery Man

Grabbing his suitcase

A race of head and face

Hie to Montana

Tie the bandana

In colorful cabana

Ignite the Havana

Top banana

Gird for action

Just a fraction of a faction

 

Pray Anu hath conceded

Pray Anu hath conceded

 

Hear me

Anunnaki

Call me Rocky

A toast of sake.

 

When your chariots darken the sky

Like rats leaving ships sinking from capitals fly

Lugging trillions in briefcases as the pigs all die

Their militaries, police, torturers, patriots fry

Smoking craters yield left of haters

Flag fags and race baiters

Naked monkeys ‘n’ public fornicators

Calling forth not the golden age

Too dull gold

Too old rage

There followed

The Age of Bliss

Little amiss.

 

 

2000-10-5 unto 2001-10-12

At the Sense it Made Time

 

Live a year get the twelfth month free

Built on the sands of eternity

Your duplex ossifies

Strata you batta be

The haze of days

Skeletonizes the maze of our ways

Work in wind

Brick on brick

 

Bottled water you oughter

Phone and photo people

Your umbrella focus

Trees of calendar leaves

Cast the picnic table under

A diet of cold steel and hot lead.

 

Rum bum bumble the trundle

Clowns of madness leap and tumble

U chuckle till I buckle

Shadowed by the big top

Scorched by the torch

Trapeze, disease

Do as you please

Artists, fartists,

Lug naked Hollywhores

Burn in the salt of the limelight

Slake for the sake of hate

Netted by the trip wire of desire

Hens of Hell laying

Eggs Fabergé

Poached on the porch

Parched and starched

You can’t clutch or touch

Golden gooses in a Xerox realm

 

Jewels, gems, baubles in a gizzard

The naked lead the blind

Lead the naked gats ‘n’ gams

Pearls before swine

Sans morals modesty brains brawn

Unblinking unthinking nailed

In quicklime incandescent light

 

Bijou the barbed wire future

Cunt monkeys naked

Unwarranted ice

The water not quite fine enough

Your lice abandon you

Rats a ship sinking

 

Flame fame

Flare and snare

We are unamused

 

 

2000-10-5 unto 2004-11-15

Upon the Moon

The Ballad of the Brick Badlands

 

Green cheese my rosy pink ass!

That’s a woman ever I saw one

Straight on and around the bend

Curvy nervy— whoa!

 

A dozen years before you I came

Before I left you saying you’d wait

I told you no, no

I did not want you lonely

I did not want you sad

Lithe on the horizon pirouetting

Tippy-toe upon the stars in the vale

Witty and bold

You are Goddess among us

Men should love you always

You radiate beauty and health

Your sweet disposition serving

In bed the man you love coffee

Cat scratch fever

Fire’n ice

I, ah, see you took my advice

 

I remember the day I knew you were born

I was smoking in a neat clean concrete alley

Behind apartment houses six-story brick

On my English racer new that Christmas

An older girl of two calling us nicotine fiends

Far from home: “She’s here!”

 

And, so, across time’s continent

Status and wealth balanced with poverty

Our souls to each other cry

Searching infinity eternity nigh

We’ll embrace forever

And take it by the short hairs

Drawn by temperament

Corralled by circumstance

Gone chasms of time and space

Class and place

 

May you ever be loved

Never unloved

Me I’m another case

But this Lone Ranger bullshit

Got on my nerves decades ago.

 

 

2000-10-5 unto 2010-2-19

Moral Minders

 

Husk rushers

Cock a hen a comb like brush

Bloomers for corn porn gospel sooners

Gorged looners

Who think we should fear them!

 

Artichoke of ignorance

Peel to the pearl of peace

A gypsy rose alee

Dragging psychological gutters

Dredging up decaying guards

No guts

No brains

No love

No pards

Stout ‘n’ devout for

Woodcocks and bibcocks

Flintlocks and bobby sox

Of your Carnival of the Carnal

 

The litter of the pick syringes

Up for a nice husk of change

Leavened with a hunk of strange

Flyover the in-between

Stand the stools at airports

Barefoot and contrite

Naked monkeys on fuckin’ display

Styles of stiles yellow deranged

Silk slick sick ‘n sleazy

Do not risk walking

 

Too many cooks spoil the broth

Don’t put earrings on the Mona Lisa

You don’t put catsup on a $30 steak

If it ain’t broke don’t fix it

Stick a fork in me

I’m done

Shadowboxing the Apocalypse.

 

 

Turkey Man

Regimental Artiste, Boderland Helmholtz Zbrodalski, BMF.

1996-7-30

 

2000-10-11

Rag Waving Blues

 

The subhumans slated to die

Theirs was not to reason why

What say we

Chop ‘em in pieces

Poke ‘em in the eye

Slaughter like your daughter

Split for the pit

Impale on sacred poles

Spit them over barbecue coals

Asshole to asshole

Face to face

Face to asshole

Asshole to face

 

Milosevic

Son of a bitch

Nasty shits

Big bad Yukkaslob

You suckka da dick

Da biga juicy

Dicka you suckka

Muvvafuckka

 

 

2000-10-15 unto 2010-2-19

Pick Up Sticks

 

She was a fiery fairy of no compromise

A pyro pixie straight from Dixie

Rancor in her lovely voice

Blood in her eyes

Kinda small but she had nice thighs

She’d hit ‘em with a nuke

Hit ‘em with pis

She spake yea be sayin’

 

Crank that crystal

Load that pistol

Load that rifle

Them we stifle

Get a good old charge on

That nag smack tar on

Shit on his rag

Randy Candy horsed

Ever under blunder will not endorse

That gimlet-eyed raconteur still sniffs glue

Shoots meth smokes kef ‘n

Hemp to float a blimp

He’ll rabbit from habit

Send pathetic jarheads instead

To save his ass

His bag a drag

Anchor in Hell

He’ll go missing

Like an acetylene torch

In the rose closet of love

 

Intent on slugs ‘n’ thugs

Pistols brandishing

Twisted wicked resisted vanishing

Devotees of St. Gabriel Possenti

You have my blessings by gobs aplenty

Accepting palmed money

From a new compadre

Legislators unlawful

Witness as they

Poop and pray

 

Like trees leaves stripping

Divvied divots, stippled ‘n

Dappled with dots

Chicken pox measles ‘n’ shots

A gray noon’s mare

Rider skeletal horn tooting

Rootiney scootiney

Fore! Five! Six!

Pick up Styx

Putting on airs

Rather put on hairs

Bang bang!

You’re dead.

 

Gathering

Bundles of sticks in Acapulco

Gold from the heart of

Michoacán Mountain

Drink strength from the Great Spirit

Of Freedom we sing

Catch the godless depraved

Smutty oppressors napping

That’s the thing.

 

 

2000-10-16

Klieg of the Crags

 

The days are getting shorter

And I’m out of butter

The leaves are turning color

The house begins to shutter

I would saddle up anytime

The Beacon of the Mountain calls.

 

 

2000-10-16 unto 2004-11-15

Two-pipe Daze

 

The Dundalk recension on the Canticle of Dignity

Freedom and Rights failed under the pigs’ clubs

Demon Democracy ruled and bandanas

De facto outlawed

Red ants equaled commie aunts

 

Hierodules from Hell voting

But what of a few warts,

On otherwise healthy

Molds, hearing aids and monkey collars

Their law-mandated nooses

Garrotes cutting the testicles—

 

I the unpleasant alternative

On our one-way ride to Hell

The cure for what ails you

Did you bring your Vaseline?

The wings of the Angel of Death are upon me

Fans my brow, power curves my prow scow

Draco, Casablanca, Karaoke, Krakatoa

 

Vociferous in my denunciation

Warn you I tried

Go back, return

Remember!

“I told you way back in fifty-two

that I would never go with you.”

I was but a boy

You a big fat pile of yucky goo

You could not lie to me

Punished for what I did not do

Stolen from under the crazed eyes of authority

I punched you in the mouth for stepping out of line

 

I hated you for the ages

Recovered you never did

Except maybe a little at the end

Patrolling the badlands

Rounding up the heifers of holiness

Drivin’ them doggies of dogma

Into that open pit grave

I smoked an extra pipe one of those days

Forgetting about your worth.

 

 

2000-10-11 unto 2001-5-3

Requiem for Meat Puppets

 

Final file for the souls of sluts

What of the bodies?

Fill the ruts

Whore on the loose

From the calaboose

The meat grinder will find her

It knows all

 

Dare day be come?

Fattening up

Battening sup

Fo’ no reason greasin’

A-stuffin’ muffin faces

Fat with nothin’ bluffin’

Like stuffin’ up a turkey’s ass

One, dating Inspector 12

An ass-reamer screamer

A dreamer the creamer

They packed their augers

Like peanut butter in a test tube

Each fudge packer whacker

Sunburn Boy and Jake the Steak

Barber polled and long-dog rolled

Threw out a stained mattress

Lying nigh to lay untruth

An organ grinder monkey on her back

Forsooth visit the booth

Calliope tunes a paean of relief

Proud possessors of

Softballs and lead bottles

 

Taste and waste

Fashions designed to throw out

Not wear out

Zip your lip

Blame and shame brands

Sons-of-riches the sons-of-bitches

You the butt of their jests

The jest of their butts

Grind the organ the monkey will dance

Bo Jangles’n heel clickin’

Free up the rack

Bend o’er an’ spread ‘em

This the modern America

Yall massas day gots duh ruts

An’ yall gots great big butts

 

Clash clang klan can

Don your hood spick-and-span

Say yo’ prayers’n wash yo’ han’

Tide on the Island of Death

Here comes D. Trash Man

Yea, D. Trash Man cometh

The Anti Elvis bumeth

Coffin nails frometh

A Gemini blockade.

 

 

2000-10-11 unto 2004-11-16

Freedom from Freedom

 

National Security Agency spy programs

Blessed by billions extorted at gunpoint

At your throat the dagger dirked

Blessed by trash like your Billy Grahams

Carnivore cannibals

Echelon all your phone calls monitored

Ranked and skanked, scagged and slagged

Rumors and rumors of rumors

Four and twenty parrots

Bake ‘em in a pie

Stoolpigeons

Stew pigeons

Sham religions

Parrots n ferrets

That CIA subs rocked n rolled

Your bones a bagpipe drones

Patriotic psychotic idiotic

Raped Health Education n

Welfare for warfare

You will never know

Editors in the media

To fame and fortune expedia

 

Just give me one more weekend

One more weekend with you

Punching a fist with a palm.

 

 

2000-10-11 unto 2005-2-24

The Trash Man Cometh

 

A pearl of a student

A shrimp with a whale of an ego

Wielding a squirt squid without ink

Squirted: You gotta lotta gull

To measure for treasure in Neptune’s Hall

Claming up, he shelled out

Down-bedding a long-dogged

Mama who needs a new 11,000 pair-a shoes

Then he sent a message by parrotfish

To Maria and the fella who cuts the grass

 

Cut the corporate cheese

Grate the industrial mustard

Of avarice sans compassion

Nix responsibility

Washing hands in a laver of crude oil

Drying on a virgin’s hair

Nix responsibility

Commie camel suckers

Cappie pig fuckers

In step but out of time

Giving our jobs to serfs

Giving our dignity to knaves

Giving our learning to smurfs

Giving our security to slaves

Nix responsibility

A thirty-pound note

My johnson, a peter meter

Timing the rhyming trophy

Awarded the Pyrrhic victory

The stick hickory

Targeted for your fat ass

Hand operated, air cooled, hate fed

Awaits your fat pimpled backs, Jacks

Awaits your fat pimpled backs

 

Your destiny and fate

Gaea not yours to rape

Nor to torture nor to bait

The Cleaved One can also hate

Humongous fungus among us

Capitalism, the New World Order

Across the seas, over the border

Of reason dubbing treason pleasin’

Eating Earth alive

Having sex with a shadow box

Goring fat placid public like an ox

Doing the old hand jive

Man alive!

A-doin’ that ol’ hand jive.

 

Yea, ye may say

Fouled the nest

Poisoned the well

Will sleep in shit

Will go to Hell

Meanwhile you are happy to

Tie rags around your loins

Shower kisses on the feet

Of the velvet hands

Dumping slop buckets and bedpans

Defenestrated on your heads

 

Burley gloves grip the handles

The garbage can of their existence

Brass bedstead of the scandals

Staying mute with dogged persistence

Muzzled and cuzzled

Useless resistance

Juiceless, fruitless

On a crate, in a brake

Wow, like, y’know, so...

 

Blowing a horn a dime dropped

Thirty-five cents in times troubled

Drudgery, woe, indignity doubled

And the Trash Man cometh

High as he is wide

With a dog named Justice

And a monkey named Knuckles

And a cat named Conscience

And a wolf named Guts

A squirrel named Nuts

Like three from the east

To gaze upon Baby Beast

Incense, peppermint, shakin’n bacon

Lies’n cries all false’n fakin’

Steaks on high-piled faggots

Piles of piles of flag-fag maggots

Death to the Lords of Waste

The Waist Race

Instant gratification nation

Wisdom to the Lady Saving

 

The volcano of the vulva

Spewing hot lava

Graces Tisiphone’s sisters three

Sailors meat gutted like fish

Pirouetting the Bayonet Ballet

Requiter on the marksman

Funnies in his hands

No rail-splitter sans

Quittance remittance for a pittance

Serves cold comeuppance on a platter

And yes my good man ye shall be fed

A pine float on the rocks

A packet of salt

With napkin to go.

 

 

2000-10-25 unto 2003-8-26

 

The Belayin’ Pin of Destiny

 

Factory-floor parrots grasping

Rasping masking

Ruffled and squawking

Drawing swords becoming lords

Storm the bridge where the masters’ keys

Innocently fit the executive

Shitter and the fridge

The adjusters, busters

The regulator blusters

Time to change the shift

Watch, guard, sentry, dispensation

Har! Avast! Cease! Desist!

Cutlasses ‘n’ eye patches

Bring forth the list

Rock bottom prices

Down along the rat shit

In the bilge, on the hills

Forked wages the sages

Open the companionway

Down the hatch

Leg irons and the cat

Of uranium lunacy

They resemble the tunacy

Uniformed goons you see

Sepia cast of cartoon sickness

TV vertigo

Convulsive seizures

Photo stimulation

TV epilepsy

Viewing fits

Glow deep the hardcore blood drawing

Drink

Drink

 

A gray-green face withering

A willow stem, a flickering candle

Dousing and lousing

Boarding a full-bosomed

Big-blossomed busty

Bimbos all a-timbro

Bowsprit

Sounding a piano tapestry

Tinkle tank dunk

The honeydew of love

Perpend!

 

Quake!

Shake!

Roll out the plank

We’ll have a barrel of fun

The Anti Elvis he cometh

Down from Rock ‘n’ Roll Heaven

Splitting for a light snack

Snickers and half the Milky Way

The rhinestone-zilla of immaculate proportions

Yea say:

 

Come together and beat your feet

Come together and beat your meat

All together on the Mississippi mud

All together on the Mississippi mud

Thank ya, thank ya,

Thank ya very much

 

You got summin to eat there brother

I’m famished.

Thank ya, thank ya,

Thank ya very much.

 

 

2000-11-1 unto 2004-11-16

Go West, Young Fan

 

Moving to Montana soon

To sit out the Apocalypse

Listen to shortwave radio in limbo

News in time I don’t want to miss

Supplies stockpiled and Seeds of Bliss

Armageddon stuff a sock

Ragnarok!

Suck my cock

Ra ra  ra!

Sis boom ba!

Smash your plate glass platypus use a rock

And roll butter the bun

Overturned your nasty country

For its nasty deeds

Women that don’t have babies go crazy!

 

I’m gonna tell you how it’s gonna be

You’re gonna give your love to me.

                                                                                                                                —Not Fade Away, Buddy Holly.

 

 

2000-11-14 unto 2001-10-9

Tuesday Afternoon

 

late in my life an November

time to die down with the sunset

ease the stress of life

lower than the Eaves of the East

and rise when the Dew of Montana falls

on mountains like waters into clefts

 

 

2000-11-15 unto 2001-10-9

 

Moved My Heart to Montana

 

I moved my heart to Montana

Like the Moon a mystery in love

Jeans, boots, cowboy hat, ‘n bandana

Nothing built blocks the sky

No hyenas to make you cry

 

To eyes and ears Montana’s feast

Shall not make me want for peace

Snowball Moon uprising east

Tracing the trail of the hunt

 

The Apocalypse at my feet

Full chest of mountain air

Drink icy mountain waters sweet

Mountains of clouds white and fair

Conestoga wagons sailing west

Over the valley below

 

America’s sclerosis of the liver

Collapse of global civilization

Montana sky day or night

Brighter than diamonds or gold

Freedom a Human’s birthright

Cringing Americans bought and sold

 

 

2000-12-29 unto 2010-5-27

They’ll be Hot Iron

In the Cold Saddle Tonight

 

He rode in from the east

on a beast with the least

packin’ six-guns an’

bread without yeast

unto the pyramids frozen in ice

gazed to the apex of pyramid bright

blazing away in the tomb of the night

music heavy notes of bone

steel guitars posed in stone

rose and shone at site alone

thespian lesbian chasing clay clowns

fascist hyenas dancing and pork folk

assholes bloodied by the rich

on the hoof crazy

bitches without stitches

a switch and a ditch

lead was his pitch

he drew without a hitch

brought it off without a glitch

five bullets and an apostrophe

 

 

2001-1-20 unto 2010-1-21

Musical Lyre Women

 

musical lyre women

comin’ on in there now

cushioned within the pavilions of dawn

yawn

strum

spread honeyed the forked tongue

pluck

big ol’ round fat boy

feelin’ his oats

freedom’s feast a barrel of pork

Capitol of lepers

capital peppers

Yule log a flaming flamenco

 

musical lyre women

pillowed within midday palisades

girls of worlds of rhythmic thrills

trilling that sad tale

weaving it home

a tapestry of languorous lament

 

sing musical lyre women

sing cushioned within

the tabernacle of evening twilight

sew up a day uncompromised

pale a tune

a pail of Moonbeams

pour

lance a fractious particle

by division infrangibly

diamond dust

thus

 

sing musical lyre women

Galatea of milk white skin

Pygmalion made she him

chiseled a drizzle of flying chips

beware the Pogonip with hips

a raven maven be cravin’

for above the courtyard door

stone query quarry your question do

on his knees with his pleas

Venus agrees life to the lees

 

sing musical lyre women

couched beneath the Pillars of Heaven

sing the woe the lovely Pogonip brings

a fog of freezing ice horned

boned colder than dice

lowing low head swung

slobbering fangs barred

limbo pole go

lower ‘n’ low

ground level bevel a brew

lo ‘n’ woe cold fish dead

scaled with pitons of love

picks of pique

toasted in the fire of desire

with braised and brimming

bottles of bread

torn through lack of butter

diamond dust

thus

Galatea a Popsicle of Love

instead of a son a bone became

wedged under the starry firmament

bolstering the sky a caryatid

 

sing musical lyre women

put this torch in a pocket

a locket a rocket a docket a socket

save it for a rainy day

brim with brine

lachrymatory

hollow

figurines

 

 

2001-2-20

Saddle the Moon

 

Moon elephants demanded it

At a cocktail party of the gods

Against all odds

Saddle the Moon

Riding high buckaroo

Swoon a bronco-busting loon

A Tax-ass boy

blockbustin’ bombshell

cussin’ fussin’

unacceptable & insufferable

patronizing & atrocifying

poop

flushed

down the tube of infinity spiraling

helix of suction destruction

that a White Tornado kept

gleaming for this occasion.

 

 

2001-3-22

The Bratwurst of Your Bratdom

 

The Bratwurst of your bratdom

Bologna on down the hood

Wienerwursts desperate for buns

Spicy mustard on your Braunschweiger

Brownshirts brown swagger

Frankfurters skinned and beaten

Two kinds of queers

Onan masturbating

Never missed a stroke

 

Eat drink and be merry

Picnicking in a battle

For tomorrow, you must be free

Enchained to material obsession

Plastic and chrome suppression

Corporate cannibals

Axed the Freedom Tree

 

Bashed with sledgehammer wind

Crushed like a bug under thumb

A hawk red mutton button

Quick release and do it again

 

Beating the haughty organ of law

An orgasm fugue sticky with gall

Smelling like a theatre

Vanity insanity

One-handed Hammond organism

Teeth glassed on a night table

Glassed, sassed, unassed.

 

 

T²

Melanie Trundle

1995-3-8

 

2001-3-23 unto 2010-9-1

One Big Shove

 

Dedicated to Patty Griffin

 

                                   Dear Patty:

Sorry about the delay

The bloomin’ pigeons

Flew the wrong way

 

You’n bet I love kisses ‘n hugs

Duckin’ shrapnel, dodgin’ slugs

Bogged down on the beach

We gotta get ‘em within our reach

We’re facin’ concrete bunkers ‘n trenches

Ain’t no showers, ain’t no benches

Two wings on a dove ain’t gonna cut it

We need a bombing run ‘n a barrage to gut it

 

Yo! Thanks,

But love ‘twont do without tanks

None here wore their combat pinks

They’re pastin’ us with kitchen sinks

No steppin’ out in shorts and sandals

Endless wrongs ceaseless scandals

Hold the torch, light the candles

The pigs’re on rock ‘n roll

 

We hit ‘em on the seaside

In the ribs with His Nibs

Pierre ‘n Canada’s Own

Charged down their throats did not hide

Doves fled, gulls fed

While war hawks looped-the-loop

In a high bedstead

Took the launchers like they said

The heavy machine-guns

The artillery emplacements

High tide shoreline frothy red

Bobbing oranges and the dead

 Sugar bled

 

From the pillory to the distillery

Down unto the thrill for free

The powerless ever to die and kill

Roller coaster, empty holster

This war, that war

Big war, fought before

Rich pig naked whore

Small but deadly after

Little wars they’ll have more

Television pushing foul models

Once hung from rafters

 This the glory from the drafters

Paradigms of exemplars foregrounding

Cynosures and icons puddin’ pounding

 

Arrogant politicians traipsing

Waves rhythmically collapsing

Snowy noise moiré patterns

Barbaric police sluttish slatterns

I would tell them if I could

They will not see you ‘n like you boys

We got better toys, boys

We got better joys

We are what they should have been

Hating equally with their love of sin

Hold up a match a bullet would strike it

Drafted ‘n shafted nobody said I’d like it

Down into the sand must I go

Melting my shovel so fast I throw

Ahhhh

The rocket barges death bestow.

 

                                   Dear Patty:

Me ‘n Funky Monkey

Who sends you his regards

Took a hot lead ounce in the arm

Blowin’ shit to shards

Pickin’ fleas and chuckin’ grenades

Pulling pens and fryin’ eggs

Begs,

One Big Love ain’t enough

You need money, guns, supplies

Trainin’ ‘n discipline

Logistics ‘n stuff

Mad dog lawyers

Foaming like Burma Shave

Lawyers guns ‘n money, honey

Lawyers guns ‘n money

 

And Funky Monkey he be sayin’

Dem boys to come better behavin’

Kaint be saved ain’t no way

Or we come over har save the day

So dat dey kin jump in dey grave.

(Funky’s been some balmy since Anzio.)

 

                            Dear Patty:

Alas, pretty ballerinee meanie

Olympian pains are not meet

The elite greet ‘n eat ‘n

Snort downy snuff

While we, bogged down

In the mud of apathy

Quicksand of humiliation

Without compass lost within

Mad mountains of mockery naked

Trapped in no-man’s-land of terror

The barbed wire of diffidence coiled

Snares, tares, thorn-entangled scruff

Of a riprap desert sans dessert served

On the back porch of withdrawal

Washtub on the wall

Whittle a fiddle rocking beside

The spittoon of defeat

Inherent in the system

 

Surrender now, dearest Patty?

Took my chances

Rolled the dice

Throw in the towel?

On thin ice

Quitting the race

Hammerin’ out a plow

Try not to worry

There is only now

Although most fat as a sow

Dumb as a cow

Packin’ a Milkbone

Nice bowwow

 

Hey!

Duck you down

Low air cover

Duck you head

One big lover

Like I said

No way other.

 

                Dear Patty:

Landing barges crumpled like matchboxes

Burn oily smoke signals in the sky plumed

A tricorne hat assumed

LSTs blasted to splinters

Sinking the last of late winters

Forget the friggin’ umbrella

From a distant place a fella

Overshadowed woe sans bullets

 

I love all this love ‘n jive

But we ain’t getting’ out alive

If we stay here, we will die

For those others no alibi

Know I only the Spirit in the Sky

A hopeful candle in a ragged time

We will buck up and buckle down

Heads bowed, shoulders inclined

One big shove bucking Hell’s hail

Driving hard surging past

Abandoned vehicles

Out of gas

Burned out wrecked

Shoved over the deck

Across the fields and through the towns

And into the forests beyond

We will run into our artillery

Spin ‘em up and let ‘em fly!

We will see how far we get

The Great Spirit will y ‘n bet

 

      Dearest Patricia:

We’re pullin’ out ‘n we’re pushin’ forward

To be forgotten by tomorrow

We will age, grieve ‘n’ sorrow

In the turndown days

The ashes of our lives hovering

That should have ended

If we live

 

Youth blasted hope smothering

Growth memory

Lust rust

Verdigris on the green

Patina and dust

Consciousness

 

A

Dove of Despair

Hovering ashes of lives

 That should have ended

If we live. . .

 

The Gold will dim

Lamp burn thin

Never imagining

 

Scoundrels pulling plugs six dimes thence

Left to die in Veterans’ hospitals old ‘n tired

‘n sad with no defense

But it was a different story on those beaches

That day Hell unleashed Hell

We knew the Great Spirit loved us

Who pushes across this beach with us?

 

With the storm drawing shoreward

We’re pullin’ out ‘n we’re pushin’ forward

To be forgotten by tomorrow

But we will give them tomorrow. . .

 

The inhumanity!

The hate!

The tease ‘n’ taunt!

The injustice!

The prejudice!

Send ‘em to Hell to haunt!

Fix bayonet!

Assault the Dark!

 

‘Twas

a groovy movie

telescopic sight

One Big Love

One Big Love

One Big Love

Means victory, right?

 

 

2001-3-24 unto 2002-6-4

Five Ducks Fucking

 

Trucks and ducks

Puddle acreage

Sheets on gravel

Asphalt’n them semi hemi babies

Four-barrel carbs

Duel exhaust

Lakers’n forsakers

Comin’ on in there

 

Pressed duck

Flat meats

Steamroller surprise

A pine float to go

Put a napkin in that

Two bags please

And a packet of salt

“It’s déjà all over again”

“Who?”

“Déjà vu”

“Gesundheit.”

 

 

Untitled

Stemminall I. Burkhammer

1997-1-25

 

 

2001-6-29 unto 2010-3-1

Jason and the Argonauts

 

With the consciousness of slot machines

Bronze age ox hide copper

From the Minnesota mines

Slammed like a custard pie à la mug

Quackies raise hands sans demands

White-hot spider seed

The seed spider beside her

Spreading the pollen of pathology

With steel fangs

Stainless blameless

Iron on an ego trip

Whose quantum thread

Weaves webs of wickedness in the world

Betsy Ross without dross or dress

Moss, floss or fleas

 

Reading from Insanity Fair

Whole-wheat gram and nuts

To you breakfast of champions

Minus another’s blood ‘n guts

Brillo on the á go-go

Pogo no go go

Hyphen on the styflin’

Between the catalogued and splintery

Shithouse of the Apes

 

Cosmic fish bath—

Cosmic fish make a wish

Sparse the space for a race

Finning infinity

Ether curling

Spirals hurling

Burling

Twirling

Skirling

Across the windshield of ineptitude

Quoits ringing the foreskin chained

 

Testosterone seething hero zygote zero

Watch her twitch her sassy naked ass

Flag on a pole half-mast

Even a naked nasty girl can do

All those hormone hero things

Posit man

Disk in hand

They will never let you screw it

 

All camouflaged up and perfumed down

Time to beat the fleet on the Mississippi mud

Uncle Fudd on his Tennessee stud

Memphis in the morning

The land of Isis crisis ices    

The very worst of years

The very worst of times

Magi came bearing gifts

Burping on the plain

Farting in sleeping bags

Blinding in the mountains

Dancing on the sea

Helpless on the beach

Like a fiddler with a flat

 

Great Spirit allow the hedge

shears of truth to trim their

bush they be all fat ‘n’ sassy

all over to the barbecue pit

losenged in an Oval Orifice

pooper

snooper

trooper state

hate rake

Exlax to the max

Real cheese never sniffed

Miffed and stiffed

You’n use continents for ass-wipe

Rat power towered and powdered

High wigs pigs from worst to first

Busking to phantoms one soared

Geek to Sheik.

 

 

2001-8-15 unto 2004-11-23

Swimming with Alligators

 

awash in a sea of crocodile tears

salamanders banging out horseshoes

ringing to jetsam and flotsam clinging

high-jacked hyenas rangier mangier

than hermaphrodite females cocked

the boys cunted a Niagara of Viagra

and dick-stiffeners monthly guzzling

slime buckets nabbed crammed

in the hog hauler of your passion

to meddle genitals muzzling

poking noses up assholes and past roles

sniffing the Teflon best of the west

full metal jacket racket

staked and baked in Velcro vest

sans mettle to the kettle

sans fettle but settle

your clean lean and mean green

marching machine toast with gasoline

Vaseline, kerosene

all obscene

 

misty eyed over a coward’s color

ribbon to oblivion

a yellow smelling fellow

bound your hole sole

with blood purple the mountain’s crest,

rest, tests ‘n’ confessed

on chests of hearty girls seafaring

lock sleep with flying fastnesses

cock sheep with flying buttocks

yellow buttressed with butter

grease in the east

wild goose country flyover

rover went over for a plover

 

swimming with crocodiles

up to the eyes in tears

detergent and hyena fur

logs the length of years

alligators in the rushes

butchers clutch no fears

blood gushes no blushes

a people in long arrears

 

floured, peppered and powdered

Pooter the Clown

toss not the gauntlet down

the gamut gambit varnished

attack a hack like razorback

hogs on a fling thwack

doughnuts and munchkins

dodge the butchers of Iraq

100,000 in the sack

tech spec for a mech wreck

herds of nerds without slack time

string geese on a prat line

fling grease on a flatline

aim a lens on a fat dime

tens by tens

range and scale

asses of the masses

reticle thine spectacle

mama needs a new pair-a shoes

hash’n bash

perk for a jerk merc

burn in Hell

 

light decades short American

you should be ashamed

blamed, defamed, inflamed

maim your fame you’re

insane and totally lame

and I say!

and I say!

you’n slop your Pelican pemmican

for that here is none of the

hunted passionately fashionably

I shit in the cream of your Peacock Throne

on its broad velvet ass-swallowing seat

dreamy in the creamery

sea to slimy sea

whacking off in the woodshed

roll the bone

two if you got ‘em.

hotcha!

 

The alligator in the sewer

A long pink-eyed albino suitcase

With a face full of straight razors

Spackled with travel stickers

Crawled to an ardent argent agent

Looking for the popcorn.

 

 

2001-8-18 unto 2004-12-13

GPS

 

just a bit, further get

out the high stony lonesome

pinch a loaf

I’ll give you baloney

strapped on gear

called the phony

need a three-corned hat

a sturdy pony

I gotta feather you

stick it in you hat

call it macaroni

 

Who do you love?

Who do you think?
Who do you love?

Whata ya on

some sorta tranc?

 

 

2001-8-18 unto 2004-12-13

The Outlands

 

Inspired by Sylvan Hart

 

Ride hard the message harder

only the half dead are useful

weekend cemeteries open

in ceremonies of

the horsemen of the sun

and all the zombies sprung

sunken eyed and a sickly shade of pale

the unfree

crucified to the hands of a clock

keeping unnatural time

in unnatural seasons

no honor

no reasons

no morals

each the center of the Universe

 

Beyond the outskirts of infinity

as Mr. Hendrix said

over unto the Galactic Grange

these cats were walkin’ ‘round dead

the doctors ain’t got no remedy

and the shaman hath no cure

the charlatans of science truck enmity

tons of loads of poop impure

 

Came the cow punchers

backed by number crunchers

corralled comets a-ridin’ th’ range

watches sagging from cactus arms

things were lookin’ kinda strange

no talismans no amulets no charms

 

Riding comets roping zombies

smashing idols stompin’ Gumbys

checking maps and planning tactics

 swinging rackets

making rackets

cracking rackets

a jack-saw puzzle of injustice derange

throw open the gates

welcome the enlightened phalange.

 

 

2002-3-2 unto 2010-1-26

Gift Horse

 

Moses supposes you’re in the roses

 course– you could be out on a limb

 

they say god farted

the Red Sea parted

exposed a drowned

road since the Deluge

his people to refuge

the red pharaoh led

long millennia bled

 

Here! these reins take

chariot to the Marriot

you are so goddamned lucky Bucky

you musta been born

with a golden horseshoe up your ass

dangling dingleberries circle

sphincter orbiting your anus

something similar an uraeus

do not obey us

we’re nobodies

nonentities

we think

 

yet, give ear over unto a turquoise

hoarse horse ailing for a fortnight

forelock to fetlock laboring

leagues of furlongs per fathoms that—

the opiated masses on

the heroin of welfare

midstream among mossy rocks

gelding stops you drops dead

in mid introspection

buyer’s remorse nay a farthing further

body slammed by sticker shock

garnered and gartered

gathered and bartered

you should have looked it in the mouth

 

 

2002-3-16 unto 2010-5-27

The Worm of Time

 

The worm of time gnawing

long on bellies crawling, crawling

the foundation of the termite

gnawing, gnawing

jawing, jawing

thermite nest of existence!

orchestrated ants freer in the chains of DNA

of small grain instinct

than man in the destiny of the stars

trained choochoo chaboogy

runaway train insane

caboose on the loose

a thirteen reindeer issue

a crashed platypus catastrophe

knocked out at the waterline

moths in the closet

lizards in the lounge

the temple virgins

lot lizards

lot lizards

scrounge

scrounge

 

 

2002-3-29 unto 2002-11-11

Messy Faces

 

Let me wipe these

Little snub-nosed mugs radiant

Lanterns on moonless nights

Lustrous Moon

Smiling Sun

Button noses run like hoses

Drowning the world of my heart.

 

 

2002-3-29 unto 2003-5-9

Messy Faces Busy Places

 

Messy faces in busy places

Ten pounds of M&Ms through a clothes dryer window

Smeared fudge on a pug mug

You must kneel and kiss

 

 

2002-3-29 unto 2010-1-5

A Meat Packer’s Thwacker

 

Greaves and visor lowered

Survey knaves be gone

Or I’ll clout thee

A resounding buffet, upon

Thine helm on thy empty realm

Wield with a zeal

Thwack the lacks

Striping a cracker back or

Hacker ‘n’ tracker

Mount a Clydesdale

Tilt a fuchsia rhino

Tackle a deep saffron

Steno dino

Horny ‘n’ thorny

Cow tipping

Skinny dipping

Depressants tripping

 

Mouthpieces for vegetarian wolves

Meat puppets & animals, cannibals

Makers of the rules

Mice fearing elephants and mules

Wardens of the schools

‘Fraidy cats and stinky poos

Nyea nyea yeh nyea nyea

You can’t get me

Guess who I am?

 

Hiatus

Bait us

Hate us

Do not await us

Watches on brakes

Lunches on skates

Coffee causes shakes

To the Meat Packer’s Thwacker

The Meat Packer’s Thwacker

 

Hark!

Calling all cars

The orange mammoth escaped the box!

The orange mammoth escaped the box!

Beware!

The Meat Packer’s Thwacker

The Meat Packer’s Thwacker

 

Ear trumpet funneling aural rainbows

Candy-colored revolting dog sucked in

Chewed to dogburger

Spat out and grilled in

 A McDonald’s in Korea

Hoping there to see ya

Onomatopoeia

A fart from the heart

Juicy Lucy and her gay guy Brucie

Long feared cried long-dogged by

The Meat Packer’s Thwacker

The Meat Packer’s Thwacker

 

Dusky wings overshadow

Musty flaggies uneasy, queasy

Smooth thine feathers ruffled

Brown oxfords scuffled

Muffled eating moss

No longer pigging out on truffle

And the Meat Packer’s Thwacker

The Meat Packer’s Thwacker

 

Photographed the phonograph

Digitalized rusty gramophone

Warped faded outline flashing

Violet lights flush the machine room greasy

The magic loom hollow breezy

An oversight the barrel drummed

Gatlings Gatlings

Rum-a-tum-tum

Bows with faces like ladies

Hoes with faces from Hades

Bos’n mates fleshy Mazzies

Dit dot dit dit dit

Digital shit

 

I repeat!

The orange mammoth escaped the box!

The orange mammoth escaped the box!

 

The Meat Packer’s Thwacker

One bodacious tallywhacker

Over the barrel roll

The rich your manhood stole

Mister patriot

You and your busy busy busy

Bloody bunghole

 

 

2002-3-29 unto 2010-1-6

Two Lamas Fucking

 

Posit!

Two lamas fucking

Two llamas ducking

Snooty emu smelled PU

Up-nosed a sheepy herd

Garage of garbage and suckers sucking

Aliens on camels swooping on through

Kept on doin’ what emu do

 

On over to the grange

Pony Baloney wild on the range

Sally Sue on a bronco bucking

Stetson waving

Lusty craving

Fancy Nancy bulldogging heifers

Movie star whores with Oscars

Frigging in the pickup trucking

Chaps

Boots

Hats

 

Asses cocked helpful paws

Across the water daughters

Giving each’n other a hand

Brave brains power hurling

Rocked the block

On public orgasm locked

Morals mocked

Yeeeee! Haaaa!

 

Tenderfoot Tim ‘n’ Toms

Tootsie Pop boys on the rails, thumbs

Up sunless avenues between pink buns

In lollipop lingo bingo! Ringo!

Served with dialect dire

Newspeak of the week

 

Spurs slurs ‘n’ glowing irons

Blazing saddles

Horses of fire

Bits ‘n’ grits

Girls ‘n’ thrills

Splits caught the shits

The roper spits

Calls for writs

Packs up kits

gits

 

The fence sitting

Chaps packed traps

Splintery wintry

Maps ‘n’ called it wraps

The other boot hit the dust

 

Kali Yuga riding high

The Brahman bull of the Apocalypse

Picador lanced with peccadillo

Clowns diving in a barrel

 

Golden hooves

The Iron Age trampled

The Church of Progress

Quackademia

Science

Vile, evil Anupadeshi

Unteachable

Unreachable

Ossified assholes

Fossilized fools

Gored bored

The Whore

Devastated

Annihilated

Obliterated

Razed

For Days of Daze

 

 

2002-4-4 unto 2002-9-11

For the Moon

A Jewel

 

from every angle a different angel

lovelier than the last

her image my palms cup

to my heart fast

chalice to my lips

a lotus sprinkled with stardust

like a rose with powdery snow

gentle soul

nectar drops dew dabbled

her lips

oh to kiss those lips

cheeks boned like weeks

high china porcelain

to hear: “I do.  I do.”

 

 

2002-4-4 unto 2003-6-13

Belle Michelle

 

Cherry wine her lips a

Vase of love she is the

 

Epitome of an epiphany

arrayed in

raiment stitched golden

of rainbows woven

nestled

puffy pillow clouds of

marshmallow whipped cream

. . .

á la crème

she awakens sweetly yawing

lazy like a cat

smothered in butterflies

dancing the lily pads

across the pond of Love.

 

 

2002-4-23 unto 2010-1-5

Punching Tokens in the Mouth

 

Ghost bus’in’ slugging tickets to Hell

Through the underground on the ell

Aphrodite spread a buffet in the bulleting

Sunshine on the palazzo patio

Punching and munching

Plugging and mugging

The sideshow of lust dishing

Tea and mayonnaise sandwich cukes

Man-bitches switches to wend nukes

Whining knee-jerk pukes

Whinnying in the chutes

Witches in britches

Beat the tabor, meat puppet

The foehn blows by a dozen calls

Dries the balls of ballistics

Unmans the eunuchs’ statistics

 

Shredded like coconut

Flags to rags

Wags to nags

Choppin’  rotten eggs

In a Wicca basket of recipes

Which, pitch to glitch

The rich twitch to ditch

Thinking caning straps of palm

Trees and hands!

Wove to squat on sans hair or hat

The ray of my love beams

Bobbing like a flashlight

Comin’ up stairs behind

Behind curtains of confetti

Gee Monetti!

 

Poignant dissolve

The rose quartz of a

Mountain ogre’s heart

Blaring the crème

Horns came coming

On plastic hooves a tidal bore of passion

Blizzards of banality fashion

The confetti of confession

 

A storm surge of pennants wafting

Winged and waffling upon the sigh

Of Freedom bore a hunka meat

Blustery on a broomstick swinging

A bottle of bread toasted

Roasted the gliteratti sparkle

Blew off his wig

His wig winged

Signed for a gig

 

Huddle muddle

Champagne bubble

Brain fart unfurled in an aspirin wind

Aspiring and desiring to win

Hale the gale hearty

It was a New Year’s party

Me lucko buck

Gusty in dusty jars of clay

 

 

2002-5-22

Krystal’s Magic Pepperoni Seed

 

Krystal planted a pepperoni seed

to grow a pickle bush

but she got a bush of pepperonis

just like the instructions said

 

then she planted a gherkin

certain a pickle plant grew

by the gumbo pond

under the limbo tree

which she planted earlier last year

 

 

2002-5-31 unto 2010-1-14

Nuggets of Night

 

Dying from a horrible terrible social disease

Traded up for mukluk parka snowshoe skis

Down in the lower forty a man could freeze

Without hope or love long gone the breeze

The people were the horrible terrible social

Disease.  He’s here with no police on sprees

No nasty nudes, no sleaze or tease

Badlands sweet, animals savage

Not a patriot to rape and ravage

Nowhere else could he feel safe

No one to strafe no one to chafe

 

To the land of the Northern Lights his heart held keys

Thanking the Great Spirit he fell down upon his knees

 

Panning space

 

Nuggets of night

Cherries of light

 

Constellation in the sand

Gold nuggets panned hand

Like cold iron claws in land

And time of the long dark

Flint-like words infinities in print

Flintlock logos nights of infinities

Lights no candles working by yellow

Lantern by the square-root dimmer

A prospector evokes vivid billowy

Curtains in the mind punching

A convenient clock in the face a

Hickory dickory dock—

Worker a pea coated stevedore

Shadowboxing schlock

Blue-black wool cap weft worn on

The wharf where a trawler warped

Weaves nets for jewel-eyed fish

Plucks a nova nugget

 

The dogs howl at the Kobold

On an entrance timber leans

Strikes match pipe lights

Hassles castles spills the beans

That mischievous sprite gnome

Of gold mines makes his home

Stocking cap blue cobalt bright

His night is day his day is night

 

“Ahoy me billy bucko

That’s a good lucker ye got thar

I’n I kin see that now.”

 

Passing for the knock of shock he did inquire

The manner of this person the light of his fire

 

“Of elves, brownies, hobs, imps, pixies, and ghosts

Ghouls, gremlins, goblins, golems, gnomes, goons

Although exceptionally modest not given to boast

Of demons, devils, sprites, hellions,  incubi, fiends

I’n I’m the one to fear the most

You ran the gauntlet, engaged the host

Scaled the gamut and raided the coast

Battered, bleeding, bruised, and abraded

Reviled, persecuted, cursed, and hated

Thinly buttered & burnt your lonely toast

You came here your buns to roast

Soon in the fire of the Frostbite Moon.”

 

“These things you say although some true

You speak in symbols riddles rue

I pulled out and pushed forward until abated

Reviled, persecuted, cursed, and hated

One can fight so long before the soul wears thin

Like the sheath of a dirk

Butter on too much bread.”

 

Or margarine spread

On the anvil of your woe

Hammered and sledged

Flattened like a pancake

 

In a vice of ice writhing

Torsion bars twisting tossing

In the bed of a pickup sleeping

Over 40 miles of bad road

Should have read that detour sign

Leaf springs of stressed nightmares

Obsessed headaches backaches

Neck aches

Fungus & rashes

Depressed, oppressed, repressed

Carpal tunnel syndrome broke

To the bone alone

 

Worn and torn I know true

Not without warrant an I blue

 

The Lock Washer of Delusion

Bidirectional and dampening vibration

Failed as wing nuts tightening bolts

In your neck from directions two

Anxiety pressured your anguish

Angst tormented and tortured

Or maybe you were just indigo

 

Gesturing with sweep of hand

Fled I unto this desolate land

Across these dark ice fields mushed

Mountains like gritting teeth

Bitter, deadly, unforgiving

I count myself lucky on fewer toes

Blessing is no people living

Dread to head frozen back

There instead on the rack

Under the screw

 

I have come for you

 

Down the shaft a deep dark tunnel

Kobold led down the twisting labyrinth

Down the spiraling time-energy funnel

Time in passage lost Paris in absinth

Fin de siècle, crème de menthe

Holding a flashlight like Freud

His hard dick in a meaningless

Dream far longer than ‘twas wide

Kobold growling now did confide

 

“I missed my poignant stalagmites

‘N’ stalactites easy to see the point

When I sojourned among humanity

I found in it a suave, sophisticated

Debonair quality— that of total insanity

Every leader a jerk bent out of joint

Pretzel Men of the 21st Century

 

Sleeping on the Stoop of Desire

Weary grown with what shown

Awakened with booted ribs and

I the freebooter did make groan

Did carve up His Nibs for dibs

Packed skids, shipped to grids

Twisted he the Doorknob of Destiny

Hoping to open to what’s best in me

Accordion doors telescoped opening

Out pouring bleary theory scream ‘n’

Shout teleological causation sensation

Expired a damned and dying nation

Expostulation we have eyes because

We need sight.  I’n I say mon we might

Have sight because we have eyes.”

 

A blinding flash then I came to

Things a blur smeared point of view

Searching I found me all alone

Shafted, a rumble, quaked to the bone

Way we came blocked by a stone

Falling sealing tight black cul de sac

The Kobold vanished snappity crack

I was trapped

I was trapped

There was no way back

                                                                                                               Jack

There was no way back

 

Lodes of radium shone pale green light

Layers of cobaltite and smaltite all right

Sickened and quickened breathing quite

Ores malignant, ores of spite, ores of hate

Ores of blight, ores of atrocity, ores of fright

Death has a most bitter bite, unholy plight

When one was chained unable to fight

No vigorous striving with main and might

No bridging gaps

No contour maps

 

Iron bands wrenching guts my

Feverish brain feared my spine

Would snap with all the strain

Fetus wrinkling I roll and curl

Involuntarily I did power hurl

 

The chilling wailings of a zombie chorus

Under direction of a guy named Boris

The lead singer some babe named Doris

My breath failing I thought of a florist

I thought of Troth

I thought of Horus

 

Focus drifting dimensions shifting

From its case a cigarette lifting

Insanity inanity nauseating stench vomit

Again then begin hitchhiking on a comet

Worms writhing looping left the mineral

Seams and bugs of death ghastly chimeral

Crawled on me screaming gnashing general

The ghost worn, thin, frail, pale, ephemeral

Then when my body expiring. . . an emerald

Gleamed like the eye of a Cyclops

Ore the toad with the load

 

Deposits with energy sparking lambent

Transmogrifying noxious strata meant

 

The deadly ores did pulse and shimmer

The Pokémon light failed grew dimmer

The vermin from Hell began to simmer

Crash and burn, explosions dismember

 

Electrum stratum, platinum, glimmer

Veins of gold thicker than December

Cold and silver lodes fathomless deep

Mythical metals like Orichalcum keep

Monatomic gold clutched to the heart

 

Fist-sized gems twinkled like stars like dust

In the firmament that my time ‘twas wasted

Not nor stored precious baubles to rust and

Corrode.  Resurgence of manly vigor tasted

Arose with blessing the wicked to be pasted

Upon broad highway of endless life I hasted

 

Snapped my fingers that rock sundered

Upright walking tripped nor blundered

The maze straightened it was a wonder

Back up unto and therein under

Thundered a silent no dog night

 

Wealthy of Heaven and Earth I decamped

Had known Great Spirit a blackened lamp

Noble my charger paces vanguard champ

I knew It existed but figured It marveled

Its own consciousness a cocoon or larval

Level mind looped upon cogito ergo sum

 

Being thinking to plumb is rum

The navel of Its Divine existence

Sticking in a thumb

Pulling out a plum

No voice can hope to sing

No hand can hope to strum

 

There’s no were to run to, baby

There’s no where to hide

There’s no were to run to, baby

There’s no where to hide.

 

Here come the judge

On his mule Elijah.

 

 

Kasey Boston

1997-5-7

 

2002-5-31 unto 2010-1-20

My Two Cents

 

On the table lie

Pie in the eye of sky sum

‘Twas blown home when

The gates of the city closed

The twilight rose matched

Tooth and socket in hand

Ratcheted the setting sun

Out side the massive

Gates riveted with hate

 

An albino robot cockatrice

Feverish fulminations of men and mice

Up wells asphalt in massive slabs

Manhole cover on its head

From the sewer to skewer the bads

Pausing to bleat about

Flashing lights gears whirling

The rooster stretched metal feathered

Wings and slammed its lizard tale

Its history cogitative like locks

A cock’s egg laid but toad hatched

Matched with a suitcase of $100 bills

Armor plated fated slated and hated

Soared for the arcade at street’s end

Unnoticed the otaku dropping

Coins in the slots

Pachinko for lots

Of tots and bots

 

At the Noodlery & Bob’s Burger

Eating Consortium a herd of nerd

wolfed murders of burgers

that together cobbled digital dragons

and fiery wyverns fabulous creatures

descended like moths on a porch light

fiery swift seraphim, the slop stopped

not crushing badass bullies wooly

common as dog shit in Manhattan

for their wining and dining pleasure

no measure of mercy although pity

free for a smear, leer, jeer, and

a jar of gadflies and ear for wobbly gear

its subwoofers humming

“Ah, too bad”.

 

On ova to the Electric Grange

Shop till you drop hop on the top

Tin dizzy Miss Lizzy

Slope on over to the Unique Boutique

Chatting at the catting of an unenhanced

Dance, the blue guard pummeling came

Ballet brutal from the bowels of Hell

Flushed armored automatons

Meat puppets fronting sock puppets

Possessed of pork bellies programmed

Barrels of pork by zombie magic rolled

Hogsheads of dread bullies baddies red

Of face blue of belly android unicorns

Corralled on ova to the OK KO Beauty Saloon

 

The opiate of welfare & drugged down illiterati

A snake crawling from a toilet nine miles long

Swallowed three dogs leashed repulsive beasts

Feces piled like bodies beneath innocent snow

Infrangible jerrybuilt justice and misery for all

Regarded like iron on Titanic’s deck

The digerati not snotty like glitterati

 

Never balm calm trapped in milieu

Beleaguered figured it time to do

Wicked politicians rich and savage

Impoverishing and all the ravage

And rape time we soap copious

The cell and wall thick the lavage

Of blood foam, sinew and bone

Expressing popular sediment

A colossal rolling up of sleeves

A steamroller pressing layered

Latent oil from shale inexorably

Blazing circuits crackling riding

LANs and fiber optics pulsing

Satellite on station on high above

Decaying nation the digital militia

Desideratum forming we won’t miss ya

Data bases and interfaces

Datum verbatim thick the stratum

 

 

Untitled Still-lives

Steve “Guitar” Priller

1996-2-28

 

Phoenixes circling scout above

Halcyons ironing out corrugated sheet metal

Zodiac Mac and every hack the

Minotaur marshaled beasts fabulous

Beeping creaking tintinnabulous

Fire-eyed bloody-horned unicorn

Gored the bloated pork crapulous

Wyvern fiery broiling fat fatuous

Brats asking why burn the cadaverous

Dragons tilting flagons zeroing urn on urn

With politician ashes

Milky Way in a churn

Legislatures’ hasty adjourn yearn to learn

Whangdoodles hoofenpoofers stern spurn

Cockatrices turn merciless fanatical

Ripping limb from limb joyous sabbatical

Centaurs mechanical degutting the tyrannical

Cyclopes Gorgon Hydra Python

Earn freelance dollars with a bone to pick

Organized disciplined right on guidon

Time to pass the trash it dreads

 

Rastafarian dey be de mon, mon

Thought rag wrapped dey heads

Dreads around surround sound

Zapped, a-chugglin way down low

Hands in back pockets sauntering

Wondering, pondering

The Whiskbroom of Destiny

The Push Broom of Time

Gravely bristle with thistle

Gravelly profound, softly whistle

Past the past stuck to the last

Gutter borne apple core one byte out

A bent syringe beside a dead tea bag

Channel locked and zip cocked

Shaking his head sadly at the waste

Race instant gratification nation

He be by say I’n I say

We do not agree on dis Great Spirit, mon

But we agree on how to get there.

 

 

2002-6-19 unto 2010-9-18

Watch on the Potomac

 

between top hats

stood the cold hard

ye snorers and ye silent

pillows of the church

pillows of society

pillows of Hercules

eiderdown of fluff

 

storied past

fields of fury

campfires of memory

a lucid gait

dying flames through smoke

seem thin in the haze sodium

vapor light spread

pace the race

 

viaticum for the vivarium

moneybags and gold alluvium

happier ‘n’ pigs rollin’ in shit

study the legislator in its sty

domed and doomed

box your own bilious bullshit literature

box your ears in an hermetic can

the bulb burns bright

our bird’s in flight

Free bird

Free bird

 

 

2002-6-23 unto 2003-4-4

For the Moon

For Selena, My Little Pecan Pie of Love

 

Come to my house

I will bathe your feet

I have rare delectables

I will give you precious gifts

Things wrought of the refinement of eons

I love you

I need you

I languish.

 

 

Still-life

Stafford Stanley Newsome

1997-1-24

 

2002-7-27 unto 2006-7-25

Spam

 

Ancient, acoustic, spring-fed

Stalking the she beast

Her spoor

Some runty, irregular archon

Erecting its cenotaph to time

Egress for an egret and a ram

Raised cane, hemp, and high

Stepping hoopla sans baton

Naked under the Sun

Hanukkah was not born

The Ennead not begun

Nine bows,  an arrow

Wearing lace panties

 

Taurus and the Twins

Better bitter batter Pisces

Between Akhenaton

Nefertiti, Aphrodite

Laid an egg by Fabergé

Pluto pawned the railhead

Interdicted to meander

Crow bait puppy barfed

Out its guts

 

Guilt on street corners sold

Hotcakes off the press

Drugs crawled with bugs

Quick control debasing

Jitterbugging freebasing

Jiggery-pokery

Hanky panky

Hocus-pocus

Skullduggery

Freethinking

En-buggery

 

Precocious naked firebrand brute

Sandstone transcribe to quartzite

Crossing eons of epochs handhold

Lilith no Electra set the quilt work buzzing

The quillwork needling nettles fuzzing

Quillwort a plant for porcupine occasions

Corm the norm

Budding from a bulb

Bad seed, kernel from Hades

He knows what makes ‘em ladies

That puts ‘em in their place

 

He needs a plot for what got

A caesarian cartridge on Turntable

Downs he climbs a boulder over

The valley and expounds

 

“My arrows, are made of desire

My cock, made of muscle and blood

I know that you are now on fire

On your knees here comes the Flood

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

 

Elvis has left the building.

 

 

2002-7-12 unto 2010-3-2

Fishy Persuasion

Fishy Profession

Ramble to a Preamble

 

Wishy obsession

Washy aggression

Witchy twitchy bitchy

High horse riding

Yeeeee-haaa!

 

Waddles on that latter ladder

be minded that a dark crown

ensconced upon a thick pink 

pincushion presides within a

Wet paper bag, bra, star, and

 crisscrossed, bossed, spilling

atomic beans from heads

split like cantaloupes

Nay! Belay! Give way!

 

Lasso that lass with the naked ass

hogtie that naked doggie

brand that naked ass sear

Crossed Dicks Dripping Ranch

the cow’s true desire

you’ve been liberated enough

back to the reality rodeo

back, back we say, back

 

fascist cows rage

rail

rant

rave

 

save me, save me, save me

Who can you save

from whom and for what

you cannot even help yourself—

Save you from what?

What have you got?

Not a lot or a pot to piss in

or grow hair on your head

scrub a sot

or wipe your own ass

an’ you are going to

make the lame man fly

the cripple run

the

dumb smart

the infirm die

nailed naked clean

to a dirty sheet

you could not lead a horse to water

you could not make the flatulent fart

 

refuse to make the mute talk

while I take my salt

the Beast-Whore your

object of desire

true love/worship

your daughter

not mine

 

She uses youse guys’s

skulls for a commode

a uranium cranium

your soul for a sewer

your sacred documents for toilet paper

wipes her publicly naked dungy bung

on your declarations and constitutions

her dungy bung on yo’ mug

her asshole! asshole!

Ah, he be de main...

 

cold growing in deep snow

nose and toes a bogus crocus

umbrella-ed beneath sweet breathed pines

pining for wine and a swell time

the wind bites like fire

Lone Wolf cups coffee

steaming from a stainless steel thermos

on the glacial shores of forever

and works the crossword puzzle

the tit-tat-toe

then pried the last seal with a crowbar

a coffin lid creaking

seven cum eleven

leaven unto Heaven

 

What are you worth?

not the last or first or

Worst

you cannot even do that right

slopping dog food on dinner plates

agitating the dead

bellowing in a nursery

stabbing backs

grafting hacks

interrupting predispositions

meddling in peddling

in search of that slipper

at large a legion of lustrums

under the chase lounge

running after nobody

one foot stomping.

 

 

2002-7-12 unto 2010-3-2

French Pastry

 

Whipping up batter after the cook looks

 elbows on the window sill to a

long cool woman in a black dress

Honey, do confess

laced boots knee-high black patent

leather had it all and quit to glove

a whip an eyelash depended

Miss Kitty in remission keep

hot wet sweet moist and soft

sprinkled with confectioner’s

sugar

 

popping fresh

gingerbread men in the oven

the cook she be shovin’

bakin’ up sweet stuff

up to snuff

can the claws, cat

I have claw marks enuff

I dig myself so much

whiter than the rest of me

that never go away

fungus itchy

disgruntled as a bunged funnel

 

whisker me this my pretty

kitty purring

puffy pastry gooey sweet

potables quaff

eat and raise

a toast to the rooster in the loft

pressing forth the angel food cake of 

submission mission on commission.

 

gnawing a bone of contention

dog biscuit of invention

Catnip of my Destiny

long gone the best in me

 but beg I your pardon do

One did invest in me and

I have a date with a mountain.

 

 

2002-8-29 unto 2010-1-26

Union Now

 

bolstered on digital shoulders

through fiber optic streets borne

bold ministers and gun holders

love and glory yet sought by olders

microscopic megaphone

20 pushups and a glass of wine

decency dissect demand

from the Bastille to Bastogne

bastion the battered bastards

pitched, ditched, and bitched

over ‘gainst patriotism forevermore

Zircon encrusted tweezers

be them wheezers ‘n’ geezers

 

foaming at the mouth like any old dog

a wave must run its course unto the collapse in which it ends

a wave always reaches its peak and seems most imposing precisely

when it collapses breaking into froth and comes foaming down

pissy hissy fits

down around the ham hocks where the tumbrel riders should eat

loosing one’s head over a mere matter of tin pazoozas

palookas with bazookas

pagodas and payola

papooses and cabooses

a porpoise and purpose

 

Nudibranch Hank

we sank the tank

the dank prank shrank

up into its belly

crank out the plank

bank the frank

Gillette found a whole new business being real

getting ahead in life

high horsed

on course

 

Come together, under me

Come together, under me

 

 

2002-9-22 unto 2010

Black, Inc.

 

a scorpion drowned in my ink well

I went to fish it out

when I dipped in my pinkie

I did start — then shout

with its blood I write

poor scorpion

 

 

2002-9-29 unto 2010-2-10

Din Din is Soived

 

my name is Barf and I will be your cook

then I will be your pain in the derriere

my good man

whataya sloppin’ us down with Barf?

 

on our menu we soive

roast hagfish stuffed with toadstool

fillet of boot sole

fungus au gratin

rat guts à la Newberg

buttered dog brains

creamed dog anuses

boiled bumble bee balls

chitins

haggis

kimchee

for desoit woim and slime mold pie à la mode

capped with a gen’rous sprinklin’ of cigar ash

and candied roaches as an after dinner mint

 

sautéed fleas knees

navel lint and toe jam

now served in restaurants

with waiting lists only

five stars and bars from Mars

the good times

that only platinum can afford

 

cornbread and asphalt-baked

road kill

flat fare

highway smorgasbroad

cream della cream

yummy yum yum

vulture vittles

buzzard bait

it don’t get no better’n this!

 

 

2002-10-17 unto 2010-1-27

Mother of Misery

 

Ah! dem ol’ Civil War generals

living like kings with armies

Mother of Misery

just like bureaucracy her weak sister

where form ever replaced substance

pushin’ papers ‘n’ sexual capers

a rapid vapid efficiency to inefficiency

drop a dollar at the top

a dime squeezes to the bottom

where police clubs beat substance

on the streets in the seats

drubs for the clubs shrugs

li’l Lord Fauntleroy

in blue lynched in a pinch—

dem ol’ Civil War generals

comin’ on in there now

thinking themselves bloody brilliant

were brilliantly bloody.

 

 

2002-11-9 unto 2010-1-28

Dust Off

 

pain on the brain

he made the shelf

an elephant with an umbrella

a book of pelf

the heroin of the tail

a Ms. Hissy Fit

emotionally dyslexic

as Darwinists get

dexies nembies

bennies ‘n’ ludes

death in pills

death in tubes

does not matter as she

publicly airs her pubes

 

slaughterhouse soldier

could not be smaller but bigger

squeezing down on machinegun trigger

patriots catch the clap with vigor oh!

watch the innocents fall against the wall

ecstasy in doin’ what he’s told go figure

ol’ John J. Bullard white freak or nigger

methamphetamine ketamine

embalming fluid just a jigger

better living through chemistry

pacify that zoo!

howl bark moo

itching from a chigger

four races and baggy drawers on the whigger

rocket fuel to angels dusting hands with rigor

Mortis here come the medics with a band aid

and aspirin for a bullet through an infant’s head

 

casting his vote like a horseshoe

born with a silver spoon up the wazoo

an’ nose curling toes

anus sucking a hose

murder all emotion

ingest the sherm

twist and squirm

sweat and sperm

damn the germ

durn! th’ boys down fer the count

Rock ‘n’ Role Doctor revive that guy

woo potion a notion of balmy lotion

ocean of commotion

stretcher that lecher

 

paramedic! to the pathetic!

cradle his head the drinkment tip nigh

a yellow-jacket wearing and garroting

tie the bees knees signify their disease

he’ll catch a buzz cuz

maybe even usta wuz

unchain the genie a guppy in a bottle

blessing not but thoroughly throttle

opium of wealth

the ecstasy of power

coke his delicacy

speed with vitality his hogwash dower

hokum bunkum baloney claptrap dour

on marijuana, oh! so sternly sour

their hour in the sun scour

 

pentobarbital Nembutal damn it all

a yellow submarine up his anus

Marilyn Monroe’s 47 justly famous

PCP, LSD, AC DC baby

seep and dilute in oil of mushrooms

a cock up the tails of Democrat poltroons

huff parchment soaked in the fluid

alchemist charlatans ancient Druid

“woo!!”

 

ladies and gentlemen

of politician cast

to mediaize without measure

your bleary-eyed pleasure

woo juice

t-shirts, mugs, ‘n’ magnets

are on sale in the lobby

 

 

2002-11-10 unto 2010-9-18

Mortar and Pestle

 

spotlights the guy color

covered stage outdoors

swinging his swagger stick

choppin’ that ax

dropping his gees ‘n’

pants down around his knees

he moons the shrooms

roof route ‘n’ root rat rank

radical rankle

ankles all access

 

mantled in marble

mortar and pistol

he doth verily

grind their gristle

grist and thistle

piloting a road yacht

o’er schools of land sharks

sushi on the á go-go chop-chop

screwing all the gnarly noshing

gnashing fuckers up

served on the rocks

trained seals balls on the nose

scarred backs & savaged hacks

‘n’ lobbyists on the racks

elephant seals pose

bags of flubbing blubber

on the schnoz

a wide birth boating bay

give me beer and a J any day

and Freedom to enjoy ‘em

 

grind that between midnight teeth

encapsulate bend over spread your

cheeks and cram it

 

 

2002-11-11 unto 2010-1-28

Black Moan Blues

 

I’m a sorcerer muvvafuckka

I be sorceriezin’ shit

I’m a sorcerer muvvafuckka

I be sorceriezin’ shit

got you a crown of thorns ‘n’

a coat of camel’s hair

an’ if’n ya doan like it

yo’ better pack up yo’ shit ‘n’ git

 

I’m a shaman muvvafuckka

I be shamanizin’ shit

I’m a shaman muvvafuckka

I be shamanizin’ shit

an’ if yo’ doan like my magic

yo’ better pack up yo’ shit ‘n’ git

 

I’m a prophet muvvafuckka

I come in from th’ wilderness prophesyin’ shit

I’m a prophet muvvafuckka

I come in from th’ wilderness prophesyin’ shit

been eatin’ locusts and honey

an’ if yo’ doan like it

yo’ better pack up yo’ shit ‘n’ git

I strongly advises it

pack up yo shit’n git

doan even wipe yo’ ass

 

I got de black moan blues mama

kaint see fo’ de pain in muh haid

I got de black moan blues mama

kaint see fo’ de pain in muh haid

gonna have ta be me or you

I kaint bleed no mo’ I damn near dead

 

I got the black moan blues mama

ain’t nothin’ right nowhere, no how, no bread

I got the black moan blues mama

ain’t nothin’ right nowhere, no how, no bread

I needs diplomatic immunity ‘n’ an’ M60 machinegun

I’m so down I wanna die but rather kill you instead

pack up yo’ shit’n git

muvvafukka

doan even wipe yo’ ass

yeah

 

 

2002-11-14 unto 2010-2-1

Screeching Gull

 

Dedicated to Patty Larkin

Yea, she be sangin’

You don’t say no on an empty stomach

And a barbed wire bonnet on a wolf

Hangin’ outside your door

 

soaring on an idiot wind

evil flies on the wings of eagles

electrically fired chain guns all the rage

light the lamp of the Almighty

guide my feet on the Mountain of Madness

 

fie and flies on the eyes of eagles

whitewash that brass statue

that baboon minus balls

diving gull the wicked must fall

their glad rags flags as ass-wipe

sad fags with no rags to wave

the House of Empties smash

the House of Families thrive

 

head empty as a jack-o’-lantern

down under the iron scowl of war

scrawl foul graffiti nailing truth to foreheads

like a crown of thorns like a

barbed wire bonnet on a wolf

hanging outside my door

 

 

2002-11-23 unto 2010-2-3

Dung Bung

 

twist and turn

spurn and burn

go back to sleep sweet patriot

you sweet knee-jerk jerkwater

they yank not thine strings

meat puppet motherfucker

sock puppet parrot

hardhats ain’t tricornes

blue is the color to rue

yellow your bedfellow

thine porcupine for a pincushion

pillow nettles blanket thee down

tears down thy window

be damned sweet wusses

sleep and be damned

 

you have a tourney of a journey

bearing near I hear ‘n’ fear dear

eight bags out for a delayed delay

someplace west ditto a Stetson

decidedly not your best ‘n

rest easy queasy

as every dog must die

hopefully horribly

truth must be told

Yea dog be barkin’

 

the glazed dazed ham of thine life

Scarlet the hairy harlot scammed

sighed nary a fiddle de de scanned

jammed folly, handfuls of popcorn

that the white rabbit

rabid out of habit

tied to a string

dangled before a mule

it should not be hard

even for patriotic lard

to down the rabbit hole

tugging his phantoms to

the mole in the matrix

blindly sniffing assholes

searching for someone to report to

piss test and flog

 

awaken yet sleep on the sea

zombies somnambulant thine

hag head in red casts thee out

gory locks match thine socks

bowed head, lowered eyes— slap!

catch your ketch late and anachronous

ticketed picketed but not by gutless you

white sailed and whitewashed

the chandler handler

puffed like a bargue before the wind

like a dying dog

brigs and chains

 

a swift yawl when lead grows wings

snapping like multicolored popcorn

cemented in a hunker bunker

trapping the spelunker

a viscous mouth vicious for the innocent

gluey tacky gooey gummy

rummy and piss yellow

stripe and tripe

claptrap and twaddle

and you waddle

like a turkey

 

yea, they be sayin’:

fingers pointin’ thumbs wavin’

Prometheus vulture vittles

warps hanging to bollards

I got cha cutter, ova heah!

for your cutter

a linoleum cutter

a nutter

so long, it’s been good to have had linoleum

 

so, Dungy, sleep thine wretched pinched

sweaty sleep tough guy sans sense to wipe

your bung on a rag reserved for occasions

the worst yet scents and cents pretending

manhood…

yachts and elephants equate

like peanuts and pennants

ensigns and goobers

I like looking at them

but I would not want to own one

albino dinosaurs if not dead

should have been long ago

feathered like chickens

hearts like road runners

albino pachyderms

or not.

 

 

2002-11-23 unto 2010-2-3

Surfin’ Lingo is Mondo Cool

 

(Not all of this poem is surfin’ slang,

but give me surf pâté

any day.)

 

Queen of Sea Urchins enthroned high

on the beach off the Richter, whoa!

tanned tastefully kissed dry sweetly by

Zephyrus long beyond a hodad in doggers

reach beside this bitchen beach bunny sat

the big guns ranged behind a palisade

of defense on parade the talent and

toasty abs hot toes in warm sand wriggle

wriggle little dusty dudes whoa!

this little piggy went to market

this little piggy ate roasted beefcake

 

emboldened by a glance another gremlin

gawking nearby this kook on a fluke

this hodad got lost heading to a hoedown

choir practice and a barn raising

driving a goody woodie would he

be in Rome do what the Romans do

flipped backwards to a log, whoa!

 

knighting the dweebs

she smiled I s’pose

the dork in doggers

ten toes on the nose

banzai-ed the pipeline

ostriched in the boneyard

soles of his feet tanning

big fat green bluebottle fly

droned upon his big toe landing

took a stroll over the knoll

tickle ticky

Tricky Dickey

 

the kook on a fluke

riding that comber sans comb

nailed, his coffin flipped in the foam

a sand facial abraded the over inflated

shown his known cover blown

a Neptune cocktail gulped

and sold Buicks at a brisk discount

not the mondo meatball overall

the kamikaze kats kanned

kowabunga!

 

 

2002-12-5 unto 2010-2-3

Wing Walker

 

wing walker?

what you do up so high

wing walker?

what you do up so high

in the sky wing walker?

doin’ a handstand in the sky

you might be an eagle

but you kaint fly

muvvafuckka gonna die

wing walker?

up in de sky.

 

 

2002-12-5 unto 2010-2-8

@ Day 6 + 1

 

Psyche fairest of the foul

ain’t no stupid Cupid now

to make you or break a vow

bow of yew, how do you do

hand operated

air cooled

belt fed

golden arrows thick as lead

animals ‘n’ people

fuckin’ suckin’

bungin’ tonguin’

old one and queer one

dumb one ‘n’ youngin’

dogs’n cats’n rats’n sprats

frig with fish and bung with gats

decked in spats twirl top hats

 

pyramid the gestalt

with a pinch of salt

the snake is awake!

a mammoth gray brain

on the desert pulsing violet

one shade red the rest insane

fire in the middle hey fiddle diddle

the cat’s nose sucked up the spoon

dancing before the Thunder Moon

a holistic mystic paralleling an analog

self-organizing but down on the duck

did not have truck with luck

climbed up behind the ears

 

Criosphinx crouched sands serene

couches like a yellow submarine

bristling electric purpose

static in the attic

bristles ‘n’ thistles

kettles of nettles

fluff of the Sirocco

 

 

Still-life w/ Bugler

Stafford Stanley Newsome

1996-7-13

 

westing north the centaurs’ rut center ring

at the millennia-late circus & cracking pine

as knuckles for chuckles no hooves buckles

trampling flowers the wind divine combing

we cannot clock them or mock them or

set them roaming

doc the doe or

resuscitate glory stillborn coz

bucentaurs ain’t bicephalous centaurs

Venice or Venus it is all the same

tubs for lard

 

sitting beside Psyche he Holistic Mystic

lit a cigarette optimistically pessimistic

snapped a wooden match like Lucifer’s

scrawny neck by heck uncapped a pack

dealt the deck

 

no matter what will happen

they will get caught nappin’

said Holistic Mystic an eye

on the organic relation of parts to the whole

spirit of the time sans map sans rhyme

free to be free or sold

lovelier to me than all that I see

ancient beyond passing an’ bold

 

many color stars in the skies

meteors streaked exploding bolides

a Moon on the swoon sickle n slides

batting lashes, butterfly flashes

ego buttered Psyche fluttered

battered, tattered it mattered

tho’ shattered with a stylus drew

aces ‘n’ eights, against his straight

unlike Wild Bill her house was full

 

I’ll open with a pair of axes

and the hierophant on the wane

heist the zeitgeist

dice the rice

slice the mice

reach for bleach

fie on preach and teach

vacuum tinsel

stencil a pencil

ditch the bitch

hitch the witch

but I need help

and a plate of kelp

 

gonna give a veggie a wedgie

a little more than that organic Mack said she

buttered like a lobster bibbed like a mobster

they cannot help but wallow in a gorge

 

searing lightning blistered sand horizon yon horizon

all and every bleary bristling razorback boars eyes on

rolling thunder reviewed the ten pins standing pour size on

roaring soaring deploring the depleted ‘n’ deleted swore prize won

but superglue cemented the clock

 

facin’ east whence came the beast Leo the Lion’s erstwhile drummin’

it got all wet you can bet the few that fished needed no chummin’

weavin’ rope ‘n’ smokin’ dope they saw the Anti Elvis comin’

nonplussed ‘n’ batty he rode a Caddy smokin’ gold he wasn’t bummin’

all aglitter, fresh from the shitter, 40-pounds lighter he was hummin’

he said, Uranus is nice, Pluto’s on ice but I’m hankerin’ to do some strummin’

 

I see your point you gonna bogard that joint?

I’m about to have a conniption

Psyche concurred, she had given her word

to the Great Spirit to smoke only from conviction

going up?

 

it will soothe the wicked with transports of terror

groove behoove disapprove

then remove the wicked with man’s sorts of error

 

to whine ‘n’ pine ‘n’ suffer

the arrows of anguish

the blunderbuss of social interface

a hurricane ripping limb from limb

fat politicos without beard or chin

bloodsucking chinless winless cringing

duality cackling shackling electric modality

 

leeches on the wing Khamsin

alone they travel interwoven between

tapestry of police terror unravel obscene

tangerine dream the high impact plastic

milk carton scene

red, blue, gray, green

farce electrical Eiddons flit

visualize insides of shit ‘n’ shit

spit, wit, writ a skit dots on a screen

the sunshine walks on cat’s paws

totin’ two magnums

gunny sack for his balls

paws, pawls, maws, jaws,

bawls stalls halls ‘n’ walls

 

knotty little snow devils skirl

sparkling spores of crystalline

twirl hexagonal symmetry glory to state

athwart cold stone poised upon the gate

fairy dust scintillate a pixie’s fate to freight

an’ disseminate splay on the collective pate

brachiate ‘n’ cause to hate’n abate the great

 

those of cotty countenance that leeched

bleached to us preached lawless lawyers

out of reach speckle-backed fork-tongued

depraved close-shaved scurvy knave

as nothing to footpads or nomads

named in blame

naved in shame

graved in flame

croup in the loop

scoop the poop

it’s your dog not mine

 

Holistic Mystic Anti Elvis

good friends you true two

a comeuppance due

let us screw the few

put them in a stew

up the flue with the

old brown shoe the

anthropomorphic zoo

sacred plans IT drew

we’ve got a job to do

let’s get it done

just for fun

 

thank ye pretty momma it is time to go

don’t mean the potty ain’t got the shits

delivered thusly that Anti Elvis splits

don’t forget your towel your best pal

Psyche called good luck hunting ciao

the broad vanishing rhinestone king

excited determined for a divine fling

sparkling sequined baubles paste

made away with admirable haste

to the Great Spirit’s bidding a celestial gig

sans shimmy shake’n bake but dance a jig

 

runs before the sun in his Cadillac

one huge big daddy needs a Caddy

eatin’ a corndog doesn’t look back

looking for a doughnut

a life preserver to cling

now he swings with rings

yea ululating the curdling

bloodthirsty primeval cry

the king he sing

a sting he bring

over the horizon around the sky

me oh me

my oh my

“you ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog

cryin’ all the time”

 

“The Anti Elvis hath entered the Dimension!”

 

Psyche lady shimmered and faded

Psyche she into invisibility waded

vanished into that Twilight Zone

confetti a star dust sparkler cone

exploded in a storm of animated

slated myriad minute butterflies

flutterflies and butterbys

fairy dust upon the wing

don’t mean a thing if you can’t sing

do not forget your towel he related

 

all was quiet on the fantasy front

motherfuckers comin on in there

where a blunt grunt of a man for

the hunt sat Holistic Mystic man

of action without a faction

no truck no fuel without traction

no psychotic reaction glued to

meditative abstraction the realm

of blinding light without explanation

the cryptic Holistic Mystic

settled in to keep the watch

 

a ninety yard punt

shunt the giant runt

the brunt of the stunt

all along the Twilight Front

 

the demons

authoritarian, bureaucrat, rich

charlatan criminal exhibitionist

all packed for tropical climes

and topical times

left matched luggage

in lobbies, foyers, alleys

airports and terminals aplenty

 

hushed the wind

the sands whispered

tying a sweet ribbon

off her hands dusting

call the wind Mariah

call the wind Mariah

 

 

2003-2-15 unto 2010-2-3

­Funeral

 

punctual

the hammer nailed the instant fast

as slow could get

hard as snow could freeze

like gumshoes stuck in superglue

without a clue cement fitting

a snug overshoe

a gat dot gussing up the ledger

smooth like with a trowel

 

functional

kicking cheesecake

serving up gorgeous gams

Barbara Ellen clutched

utensils and mushrooms

breast tight, puzzle parts

hackneyed ‘n’ dovetailed

along the trail snail mail slow

mosaic memories of souls a fairy weaves

no crowbar pried ears off eaves

 

funeral

more in arrears than tears

loop-de-poop

mop the fop

wine spilled ‘n’ stained the grain

flickering votive candles beckon

leaning this way then that

issuing curls of black smoke

forking a handle on Shadesville daddy

shuffling to the funeral meets

murky behind a picket of incense

mosquitoes the ceremony axed

 

 

2003-2-15 unto 2010-2-9

Waffle Me This

 

If I have to

I do not care

icicles the awning hang

dripping stripping

sans even underwear

cash for trash

trash for cash

no halos nor illusions

you think right now you’re plenty hot

plenty twat to trot

maybe so, maybe not

I am but he that scribbleth

I shall not forestall and quibbleth

you can cram your password shibboleth

the louder the music

the less you hear

 

Defuse, lay down your potential load

energized galvanized vulcanized

elliptic electric and eclectic

When the why for?

What the vote?

toilet paper flung strung ‘n’ hung the trees

a gentle crepe–

eminently

squeezable

 

Blessed with one word for two

fiction tape & inner tube patch glue

old Penny Eyes ever proclaimed

Pennywise pound proud puddin’ it

upon the griefless funeral frowned

phony, baloney

it takes a lot to laugh

it takes a clown to cry

he had been too serious to live.

 

Waffle makeup

gridiron fake up

all I can scrape up

thank you Great Spirit

for giving me life.

 

 

2003-2-15 unto 2010-9-19

Hourglass

 

upon the overlook the warrior knelt

his spear held back proud in prayer

blesséd the Valley of Alienation

blesséd Mountain of Salvation

the warrior patrolled alone

his bandoleers runneth over

his ammo bins restocketh

shoveled up the spoil of ages

the stinky stints of humanity

insanity profanity ‘n’ inanity

lost in air where no air exists

the fabric of fathoms

mind

stench on the wind

carrion crows caw

drew his eye nigh the fall

he raised his arms and cried

thanking the Great Spirit for Life

it is time to go

my beloved home is over

 

 

2003-2-19 unto 2000-9-19

Jitterbug Moon

 

Waiting for the Sacred Scarab

To roll around the Eye of Ra

Packing a long narrow blade

Highly elliptical pea knife

The Nibiru system corkscrews

A precession confession from knees

Barked and bloody torn

Opposite the whirlpool racing right

Around the last left

Celestial Waters balanced

The Deluge unjust flushed

The past from the present

And wheat barley and hemp

Elohim lowered from Heaven

Next time maybe just a little leaven

For the bread of our misery

 

Ulcerous America

Cancerous and unloved

By the light of a Jitterbug Moon

June Bug Sun squatting west

Like a fat whore on a chamber pot

No place to poop playing

Close to the vest

On a quest from goods shoddy

Spotty on the potty.

 

 

2003-8-15 unto 2010-3-1

Steamroller of Desire

 

On the high wire flattering

One turf toe to a spattering

Raise the glass and praise the scenery

Patriots’ gore lave the greenery

Images of lust forever preening

Truth sledgehammers down ball-peening

Corrugated sheet metal heads demeaning 

Flatiron roads beg gleaming

Green Steamroller of Desire

Driven by a gray flannel dwarf

Whose parts are on fire

Flat fare, mashed meat

Paved the way for a machinegun choir

While the Backhoe of Inquiry

Filled the situational ethics mire

Pit a cesspool of shit

The Sphinx yawned

Scratched, rolled over

Farted, squirmed,

Staked a sign

Life rafts for hire

 

 

2007-5-27, 0920 unto 2010-1-7

Silverfish

 

Flopping slithering on wet grass

Arching a humpbacked bridge

Leap like sheep in your sleep

Softer than snow

Shackle the mackerel

Hackles up frozen stream

A scream at night

A salmon of doubt

Fat as a rat, all the way down the east coast

He ordered a dozen eggs from the Amish

Opened a checking account

In a penniless bank

Decided to make a stand on his ass

Phone a bone in its natal cradle

Manatees were dieing from cold

His brain sizzled from frequencies

Rumor the tumor humor

Dust bowl dry and without a laugh.

 

 

2008-11-20 unto 2010-1-11

Ice Beams

 

Stepping out the cave

The sad hermit saw

Cold smoke fuming from a stag elk’s nose.

Shouldering snowy coats

Downy gloves and nurses hose

The trees pure kaftans wore

With girdles of ice blanched

Branches bones ‘n’ stones

The Sun low sink

Nor the snows of winter

Nor the storms of chaos

Nor astonishing courage

Superb verb & noun heard

Rain does not check a watch

When the damn bursts a flood

Follows like stink a fart raucous

Crass crows on snows fighting

A squirrel hard beaks driving

The nauseating scent of fox

Difficult to bear

Rabbits of habits

 

Boreas his hoary locks shakes

Memories of bitter winters awakes

A storm of spent flakes resurrects

A snow globe dorm

Girlie naked the norm

One sweltering

In tiny bikini sipping martini

Served by Viennie weenie no

Meanie he saw them through

Smoke jumpers black no top

And tattooed calves icebergs

Of fire stark into the dark sea

Of glacial night

 

Dreams he ever of coed latrines

Commodes backed up rank

Stank filth deep on the floor

Barefooted he sidesteps it wets

Feces toe cheese grease the sleaze

Unsanitary the nation’s diet

Physical & symbol equivalent

To a quiet riot costly to buy it

Skirts tipping grails to ruby lips

Slips, hips, chips ‘n’ dips

Pain posed on edges

Of leather barstools

Sips a calyx of putrid pips drools

The encyclopedia media bitter

To the cloven traitor dregs

 

Cardinals explode in violence

Plumage brilliant on a branch

Crimson sharp short shrill like tracers

A smear like war

His lady tasteful controls the trance

A stone in a wet paper bag his glance

Draws the plummeting Sun the train

The escarpment of the western wall

Spreads cloak over a bosomy beaming

Cream Cheese Moon

Skirts hiking steeples

The eastern edge of eternity

Arising to cave for the head

A whiskering whisper

 

Supersonic

How ironic

Iconic

He never had a prayer.

 

 

2009-4-2 unto 2010-2-9

Digital Plug

 

A fisherman atomizes, baits his line

Steamer’s streamers stroll the decks

Blonde bandeaus conditioned

Under gunnysacks positioned

Potatoes and hand grenades

Another minion’s smith corners the reactor’s musician

Energized swaggered downsized profundities spouting

Casting, the fisherman trolls a deep diving digital plug

Reflects on reflections of reflections

 

Four windbreakers from old buzzards rumble prophecy

Spiriting benchmark logos that dawdles

An overdraft’s caricaturing.

A leading gasoline indicator none other than

To the housekeeper’s backgammon

The pharmacologist bows

At the stern the fisherman twitched the deep diving plug

 

The stern wheeler sternly paddles

The captain swaggers ‘n’ staggers

Steady state music sounds staccato

Frost on the avocado

A nose like a tomato he’s blotto

Wrote a five-hundred page

Tome on how to win the lotto

More sense has an Argus-eyed potato

Better never than late

Captain Scattergood’s motto

 

Rustlers on the silver range

Pump silver bullets into the

Strange initial tragic magic

Left the gateway ajar of stardust

Sprinkling a sheaf of pencil thin

Moonbeams bathing

Shimmy Shimmy Coco Bop’s

Slabs of thighs ‘n’ reefs of cheeks

Flay morality alive to tatters fly

Apprenticeships proliferate and

Jive ‘n’ writhe to the fray ignorant

Of quicksand and media’s atrophied

Knotting of strong calcium branches

Sports & disease

Torture and war

What Americans do live for

Patriotism reads cowardice

The fisherman’s plug something brushed

 

Scattergood’s

Wrought grave dislodged of liaisons

Chivalry long the winter of their despondency

The arid spring of their redundancy

Gave way over unto the summer of their gloom

Crickets, katydids, cicadas, tree frogs

                                                                                                                chirrup

                                                                                                     cheep

                                                                                            chirp

                                                                            crepitate

                                                          stridulate

                       fireflies explode

                     maximum load

        muscular crepuscular toning the soul

                                                                           wired in a web

                                                gnarled in a net

                                                                             seined in scroll

 

Fillip!

He jerks the line and sets the hook

A crowd gathers by the book

Great the fight

Day and night

He runs to the left

He runs to the right

He leaps he sounds

Aware of his plight

Over the taffrail into the light

He boats the Silver Tuna

Over head Cream Cheese Luna

Beams the body

And the blessing

bright.

 

 

2009-6-22, 1510 hours.

­Kiss the Wine

 

Wet your lips with wine that I may kiss them

I need fire to do what I must do

I wish to scribble over unto the dale

With a heart full of woman

And belly full of ale

These oddment leaves to consume

Wanting to green Earth

With the fire of my desire

 

With the force of a cat

Napping woman before the hearth

A lust for her bust but vittles meat lean

I like to read am crackers for cheese

Wallace and Gromit barbecue of course

Beer ‘n’ wine ‘n’ I’m into forgotten shit

Truth

Meditation

Fishin

Ravi Shankar

Marijuana

Black ganja

Vegetable Gardens

Sunsets

Sunrises

Loving life

 

I don’t want the goblet shy

The crystal drained

The chalice dry

Your lips a memory

My soul to die

You would love sunsets with me

Winter afternoons

Baking on a summer day

Beneath a blazing blue sky

Night in the mountains

Constellations, galaxies

Planets, the Moon

Except for Love

Music beautiful

In this Realm

Kiss the wine

 

Yea, I just wanna scribble ‘n’

This scrappy paper use up

Writing it became

Nigh time for sup

Not so much I need to eat

But bread to teach

Wine and song brim my cup

Yet I scribble me down furious

I detest war

Waste

Nasty nakedness

Wax curious

Kiss the wine

Kiss the wine

 

 

2009-7-7.

Kick the Tires

Light the Fires

 

Looking like a corpse for decades

They buried the fruitcake

Threw ‘im in a hole

Crying 20,000 attended

While 100,000,000 gap-toothed

Gaped all across The Mold

 

A kind of sickness this dame called Fame

A blind kind of quickness jetting

Zombies & wraiths moths to a flame

A lame game stapled to a name

No morals sick soul

No justice, no dignity, no good deed

Will go unpunished.

 

 

2009-7-31, 1259.

Cluster Bums

 

Charlie Foxtrot

Charlie Foxtrot

Congress is on the move

Charlie Foxtrot

Charlie Foxtrot

They have no chins

Their noses are brown

Their tongues are in the groove.

 

Foxtrot Alpha

Foxtrot Alpha

Their brains are made of mold

Foxtrot Alpha

Foxtrot Alpha

Their chains are made of gold

Each bleeds from a bloody cornhole

Proactive laxative

A Niagara of Viagra

Slag the rag

Down the river they the people sold

 

Rodger on that good buddy

We have the Great Spirit cold

 

Hallelujah

Foxtrot Alpha

Hosanna ‘n’ shout.

Rodger dodger

Charlie Foxtrot

Over ‘n’ out.

 

The House that Hef Built

Overlooking Viagra Falls

 

Jack be nimble

Jack be quick

Jack jumped over the candlestick

His dick did sag

As well as his bag

Burning his limp dick

That ain’t slick

Like with a Bic

 

He sat and cried

Wondering why

He was such a flaccid guy

Psychologically a fag

Emotionally a hag

Given welcoming eye

And silky thigh

He would rather spy than fly.

 

 

2009-10-3

­Summary

 

Take time with the summary

This ain’t no summer mummery

Type of roast

Kind of toast

Slice criminal authority

Thin with razor blade hate

Make them live over their shoulders

Whether the Anti Elvis

Cometh early or late

 

 

2009-12-29

The House that Hef Built

 

Jack be nimble

Jack be quick

Jack jumped over the candlestick

His dick did sag

As well as his bag

Burning his limp dick

That ain’t slick

Like with a Bic

 

He sat and cried

Wondering why

He was such a flaccid guy

Psychologically a fag

Emotionally a hag

Given welcoming eye

And silky thigh

He would rather spy than try

 

 

2010-9-7 unto 2010-9-8

Whirlpool of Stars

 

Gemini, Pie in the Sky

 

“All aboard the Hollywood Express!”

 

Blinded by the Light in the dark womb, twisting to sharp sound fast

Matrix of eternity, refining ore from a soulless mass

Vast Maternity! Mother Lode! Spider-webbed in the round cast

Thunder on the rails, Choo-choo Boogie had at last come to pass

With Love to grapple a mountain with, take the stage all by storm

The evil tide ebbing dry the monsters far beneath the beast—

With the mousetrap all Man wants— they’ll hang the fiends return to norm

All within borders of a land are friends!  Life will be a feast!

Hello!  Someone wants to meet you!  I’ve arrived!  Carnival pitch!

None welcomes King Kong among the wicked casters and the clowns?

Something went awry methinks fair ‘n’ square bleeds! A hitch! a glitch!

Stillborn in the popcorn, sticky aisles, rank seats, Godzilla drowns!

A love born dead in the sweet of spring with a fall and winter soul

Too bad the dice have died, yet inertia may crown one last roll.

 

Cancer Dancer

Cripple crab on a crutch

The Great Seal of Ultra Godzilla

Arfing, barking, clapping for fish

Fell in love with a gal named Priscilla

Cancer growled and groveled

Under nourished over dished

 The saints ain’t haints

Uncles aren’t aunts

Dresses not pants

As life a palm tree in Ireland grows

 

Leo Trio

Three lions wild the west roared

Buffalo hoofed n robed she wolfed the lox

Unrolled the scroll with platinum hooves

Prancing the aisle carpet of the Bijou

Four Horsemen rode on pale

Stallions white, red, black

And Golden Palomino yellow

The Fellow smeared Jell-O on

Justice who mounted

Combed back his hair

His future dim in despair

Bites the bullet and a chicken leg

Death’s head a-grinnin’ for

Patriots in blood swimmin’

Five fathoms deep

Down the center of the street

The Great White Milky Way

A river to shiver me timbers

Casting a deep diving bass plug

 

Ergo Virgo

Virgo

The Black ‘ho’ Diary

A virgin of the Priory

Monetary monastery

Monopolize monogamy

Tallyho mahogany

The Hog of Repentance sired

Shall gulp ground-spilled guts

Like those of pregnant women

You disembowel many aplenty

Not a tear shed for you shall be

Throughout the timeless

Endless Universe

All Eternity

The curse is worse

Rabies in Hades

Viral and virile

The scarlet varlet

A kingdom harlot

Pornocracy thumbed

 

Libra Zebra

White ‘n’ blacked striped

A racial stew n melting pot hot

Scales falling from Libra’s eyes

Tumble down oh! Dumpty Boy

A feather against a lump of lead

And this ain’t Thoth’s I said

A lump of lead in the belly of the sky

False prophets and pedantic pederast

Plastic priests shielding Butchers of Innocents

Quaking they flag be all shaking

Honeycomb in the fire

They won’t even let bees eat

Boil a calf in the mild of its mother

And muzzle oxen plowing the fields

Capitalist thick as

American convicts

Locusts local flesh-ravenous waking

Blotting out the Sun

An’ I ‘n’ you’n the Horsemen hire

Swell fellows, competent, pleasant

Somewhat odoriferous

But they don’t come cheap

They sell deer and buy sheep

Bear in the marketplace

They don’t come cheap.

 

Scorpio, warped y’ go

Its stinger venom dripping

With blessings pox distilled

Squeezed from midnight berries

Of the poisonous inkberry plant

That can kill

Leading an ass he made comparison

When a blazing spear seared the air

Recovering gold from leavings logic

Grovel shovel at the tailings fossick

Miner gleaming gems from gangue

Struck the ground a great big bang

Skyward gazing spoke: I’ll be dang

Cloyed with suffering passive ague

Surfeited of their rude rue

Justice none! long overdue

Stressed, depressed, unblessed

Repressed, oppressed, obsessed

Mother lode goad was his quest

A smoking hole his one bequest

He undermined the overground

Mole rats from the tunnels driving

The good Piper sent them packing

What they need’s a damn good whacking

Sufficed to supplant the surplice

Priests, police, politicians rant and cant

Vestment virtue armor pierced

A flint quick blade at his feet

The Star of his Destiny

Dharma karma

Bins of gems

Dozens buy scores

Thousands came

Winged constellations

Of life Great Eye

Once to absorb us

Merely just bored us.

 

Sagittarius, marry us

Sagittarius

How do you feed that horse’s body

With that tiny little human mouth?

What do you eat?

Hay or meat?

How do you find time

To string your bow in

The atrium he no see ‘im

Slide rules and ice skates

Dates ‘n eight track tapes

The end of the last line breaks

High-end top-flight top-shelf

Cutting-edge

 

White Bird Blues come blow your nose

The ties that bind

Knot you neck

Chick magnet in the meadow

Cows in the porn

Horn in the corn

Genetically

Engineered

Centaur

With nothing sacred

Life is meaningless.

 

Capricorn, crap in porn

Yo! barbel face

Barrels of dills

Barbells, thrills

Capricorn sea goat bearded carp

Grazing lazing a side on a surface

Orange milt surface silt milk spilt

Thrashing ‘n’ bashing n splashing

One great eater ‘n’ topnotch breeder

Top of the food chain bottom feeder

Dooming her seedy shotgun shack

Model change thumbs to trigger

Chamber the black plastic

None recyclable

Shotgun Shell of Disaster

Skull and crossbones stenciled

Into pieces when bloody flying

Scythe of a handsome Horseman

Loathsomely gory in chic sort of way

Akin to her guts and nuts absent

His three friends’ horses pawing

Gnawing flesh calling

Skeleton Crew of Judgment

May I bring refreshments?

Or perhaps press you vestments?

Unto thee most noble and perfect

 

Nefarious Aquarius

Aquarius all wet n dripping hair

A flat on the interstate no repair

All Aquariums languish, despair

Question Mark and the Obsidians

Toast mark limiting the oblivions

Behind the Blood Moon

Beyond the Red Moon

A red star fell

Their gay rags they hid too

No avail, the soft sell smell

Armageddon the tale

Hath horns and halo

Trademarked

Patented

Copyrighted

Banded

Branded and tattooed

Logos á go-goes

Stark harked barked

Have a halo, LTD.

For their most discretionary clientele

Sharp carp out on a lark

You’n me ‘n’ all you see

 

Pisces Crises

Pisces smears newspapers flapping

Comics news the reporters napping

The national altar and totem shelter

Murderers of the prophets seek

A warmer clime to stew the meek

Prancing dancing snowflakes skirl

Across the windshields of their minds

Swagger with a stagger

Nose balanced the Sun

Became black velvet code named Seal Six

Burlap the skein of their weeping weeds

Dandelion fluffy a cloud of seeds

An earthquake vast flattened

The Temple of Doom

With funds absconds

Pisces the bellwether

 

Aires Fairies

Aries scolds li’l old Richie Rich

Casper’s 3-D Ghost

Picks his nose, farts and belches

A miter crowned rodeo clown

Casting wide drew a net empty

Save a barrel with a bung

Save a scroll sealed with seven seals

Barked, arfed, and clapped for fish

On a pedestal, as though we owed him

Now fishing he had taken those wishes

And dishes Mincemeat Pie Man opined

Wringing his hands

Points his washcloth

 

Taurus jar us

I saw

Taurus the steer

Sledging the seal an old grey dray

Face blinkered in an oat bag

But no fish!

No!

This consumptive birdcage’s

Consummate wish for a dish

Demanded a green-eyed brown-haired

Fellow in cape and cowl

Mincemeat Pie Man!

 

The windmill ever creaking

Civilizations rise and decay

From the inkwell dripping

Scorpio fixed Orion firmly

Sky glued by Zeus buckled

Belted with overhead dead

Suriken whirlybirds glitter

Flying sword whiz atwitter

Strikes terra subterranean

Infidels & Saracen

Most embarrassin’

 

Gemini, Why, him ‘n I

Last stop Gemini

Last exit to Baltimore

Last chance to turn around

Goin’ downstairs

Goin’ uptown

All ashore, that’s goin’ ashore

Down the gang thingy hating

Meter parking: dogs barking

Step lively thar mite

 

Moon dancing was my fond desire

From the frigidity of space cast into the fire

Who wants to gut fish down along the river?

Let us see a wave of hands

By the hair on my chinny chin chin

Make my timber shiver

Beside the reed pipes and the Muses’ temple

Nestled within the aisles of the Sacred Wood

A breeze redolent of blossoms fragrant

Tickling the cove cattails bending

Papyruses, rolls of contraband

Knowledge in volumes

In the Mountain of your Heart

Guitars replaced styluses

 

Well I guess, so if we are not all High and Mighty

Aspirations waffled flatter than the Appalachians

Cursed with midnight hammerers for neighbors

Did I nothing to deserve those gutless wonders

Publishers whose diet of low hanging fruit

Fetches verdigris to the verdant

No wafting leaves in their wake

No balloons bobbing bosomed by a currant current

No cotton candy and candles on cakes or furrowing

Victory & Love trumpets of triumph battle-drums

Of a foe’s sealed fate just jugglers on the take

Insane clown pussies on the make

Slope-headed apes in cowl n cape

Rag worshippers— cowardly, fake

Cringing politicos— debased snake

For each hammer they have a steak

For this I should wish to die?!

 

You are already one dead cicada

Lying at the top of the basement

Steps taken.  Ramble on Autumn

Barrelhousing as if you mattered

Throwing up roadblocks yourself

And on a solid stomach your

Life a back shelf item

Back burner

Page-turner

Alone cold stone yet ‘tis known

You cannot be owned

Lonely old grubber

 

Well let me tell you one something Mr. Know-it-all

You never drink alone if you the Great Spirit know

An’ I’m not doin’ so poorly why, I, with nothing

Started out an’ still have more’ n half of that left

Travel expenses are dirt-cheap

Under the cactus of defeat

Marooned in the Ocean of Evening never beginning

Castaway in the Sea of Dawn always ending

Down the aisled grove of the years

Even though dying I think I am winning

If I only knew, there was a beginning.

Gong!

 

Come all ye fateful

True believers not all hateful

Without affection or direction

Follow the dancing dodo

Into the disco room

Jitterbug cut the rug

Sock hop

Polka to rave up

hotcha mama

hotcha

hotcha

hotcha

Disco globe

Sparking like a roman candle

Fireball sky ball faceted

The mirror lies or not.

 

Grab you partner by the tit

Swing her ‘round till she shits

Reach around an’ grab her ass

When she swings take a pass

Allemande left

Do–si–do

Swing ‘er roun’ ‘n let ‘er gooooo

Yeeeeeeeee-haaaaaaaa!

 

 

Balloon Heads No. 2

Scimidar Belrankin Odsbokins   

1996-1-6

 

     

 

Women Reading

Regimental Artiste, Boderland Helmholtz Zbrodalski, BMF.

1997-3-15

 

 

The End.

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