Jocks and Jills in dress parade,
little boys and little girls
marching off to soldier.
This is not your regular epitaph -
"The Shit gets Real. "
Wars never end, peace never was.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Lung World Draft
I am the living factory
of energy dispersed
ash, gas,
cadavers melting away
and the steaming piles of cow manure
It would not be so bad for them,
the two legged walking sticks.
Had they no derivatives of internal combustion
they would not be fuming as they are,
choking as they surely shall.
of energy dispersed
ash, gas,
cadavers melting away
and the steaming piles of cow manure
It would not be so bad for them,
the two legged walking sticks.
Had they no derivatives of internal combustion
they would not be fuming as they are,
choking as they surely shall.
Slither and Slide
Innocence is ignorance,
corruption is knowledge.
I face a formidable opponent,
fists like boulders,
he picks its teeth
with victims' ribs.
A shout out I give, rally cry to battle:
"Hey, Goliath, this is my production!"
The monster advances, I offer no resistance.
I join with him to close the distance.
Shadow the beast, do the let's-dance number.
Four of henchmen jump in.
Everyone's dancing, no one is leading.
It's here, I seize the moment.
I kaleidoscope into twos, threes and fours.
I knock heads together like garbage can lids;
"Muchachos, that's got to pain the coconut."
In the hidden is the advantage
The more light, the more distinct the shadows.
Innocence also, has its dark side.
Ask Mapovia, the Bitch Witch of Doom and Groom.
corruption is knowledge.
I face a formidable opponent,
fists like boulders,
he picks its teeth
with victims' ribs.
A shout out I give, rally cry to battle:
"Hey, Goliath, this is my production!"
The monster advances, I offer no resistance.
I join with him to close the distance.
Shadow the beast, do the let's-dance number.
Four of henchmen jump in.
Everyone's dancing, no one is leading.
It's here, I seize the moment.
I kaleidoscope into twos, threes and fours.
I knock heads together like garbage can lids;
"Muchachos, that's got to pain the coconut."
In the hidden is the advantage
The more light, the more distinct the shadows.
Innocence also, has its dark side.
Ask Mapovia, the Bitch Witch of Doom and Groom.
The Brazen Beauty of It All
In cartoons they seem adorable.
Amen, they feign to be what they are not!
Voracious eaters they are,
that wrap around creatures of shell,
and with evolved hydraulics pry them open
to protrude in them the starfish belly,
which sucketh out life to the marrow.
Oh, the brazen beauty of it all,
that to digest, you first must kill
Amen, they feign to be what they are not!
Voracious eaters they are,
that wrap around creatures of shell,
and with evolved hydraulics pry them open
to protrude in them the starfish belly,
which sucketh out life to the marrow.
Oh, the brazen beauty of it all,
that to digest, you first must kill
Bread and Meat Pies
Commotion
adrenaline rush
On orchestrated mayhem,
curtain raises to strip tease.
Trumpets announce the hour
rolling drum accentuates the seconds
Grand entrance to circus parade
gold plated chariot lifts dust in the round
Saturday matinee at The Nero Dome
orgies in the bleachers, orgies in the private seating.
A guy walks into the arena, frightened pale.
Wretched fellow slips on a banana peel
The crowd love such clowns to death
The wild cats will be clawing
The wild cats will be eating
no one we're particularly fond of
the wild cats are chewing.
adrenaline rush
On orchestrated mayhem,
curtain raises to strip tease.
Trumpets announce the hour
rolling drum accentuates the seconds
Grand entrance to circus parade
gold plated chariot lifts dust in the round
Saturday matinee at The Nero Dome
orgies in the bleachers, orgies in the private seating.
A guy walks into the arena, frightened pale.
Wretched fellow slips on a banana peel
The crowd love such clowns to death
The wild cats will be clawing
The wild cats will be eating
no one we're particularly fond of
the wild cats are chewing.
She Shops At Farmers Market
She's shaven to the skull
this bone-thin, lady.
Her Buddhist robes
hang flat
A balanced fusion
of man and woman... perhaps
A nun from the distant side,
no doubt.
What's in echo, remembrance?
What's in remembrance, echoes?
this bone-thin, lady.
Her Buddhist robes
hang flat
A balanced fusion
of man and woman... perhaps
A nun from the distant side,
no doubt.
What's in echo, remembrance?
What's in remembrance, echoes?
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Matrix
Every land has its aorta
India's is the Ganges,
where drink and dunk,
sweat, death and depth
agree on substance,
where evaporation envelopes.
where condensation rains season monsoon,
that not in any remembered Asian summer
forced surrender of frigidity upon the Everest,
frozen hung in palatial caverns,
off of cliffs, dangling daggers.
India is a matrix
India is a hub
blooming, birthing, turning wheel
dance in shadows
dance in bangles
till something else shall will it different
Beware of Her seduction
double jointed
whose eight arms entices pleasure,
and 40,000 fingers later
requires payment.
India's is the Ganges,
where drink and dunk,
sweat, death and depth
agree on substance,
where evaporation envelopes.
where condensation rains season monsoon,
that not in any remembered Asian summer
forced surrender of frigidity upon the Everest,
frozen hung in palatial caverns,
off of cliffs, dangling daggers.
India is a matrix
India is a hub
blooming, birthing, turning wheel
dance in shadows
dance in bangles
till something else shall will it different
Beware of Her seduction
double jointed
whose eight arms entices pleasure,
and 40,000 fingers later
requires payment.
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