Day 21
Posted by admin on April 23rd, 2009 filed in poetry1 Comment »
Day 20
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With these allergies I need a Guatamalan insanity pepper in my grub to taste anything
I have a theory that the allergies are coming from a hole in the roof
That gets the walls moldy whenever it rain
I see the roof spot
But who knows what goes on inside of walls?
Probably filth
electrical currents
plumbing
I hear varments scratching around in there
Not good varments
The ratty kind
I don’t know what they’re up to but it sounds pretty important
Maybe they could fix the roof while they’re in there
The bastards are smart enough
They’re just lazy
I was born in the year of the rat
Similarities don’t end there
Day 19
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The day donned its inscrutable
double breasted orange dawn
Lapels dappled with fading stars
The Moon pockets a midnight flask
to guzzle another day
and dear mockingbird catches a drop
plunging the feathered jester
to a day dark with well dressed infamy
Day 18
Posted by admin on April 18th, 2009 filed in poetryComment now »
Baby
There’s nothing wrong
with a bit of tear
to salt the face
season the cheeks
to taste
Try sun drying the ducts
That they crust up and through
the triggers that send the torrents
There’s nothing wrong with a
sweet little grab and tease
spank and tickle
in public or abroad
I have dreams about
the mysteries of skirts
from where they hail
the treasures hidden
I remember the garter belt incident
Your panties were as wet then
as your cheeks are now
No worries
These things will sort themselves out
and I’ll wait
meanwhile
Day 17
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Show me them stars
Where the gasseous titans hemorraged their gammas
Where photons fracture and the machine runs on decay
Cuz I got the same down here
I got a bone in my pocket
got a face like a puckered old maid
Says I gotta plunder
Says that be the way of man
Says its relative what sweetness be
Says I gotta love –
The plunder of the heart
–
As I get hard just
thinking of the plunder of gamma
mamma jamma
Aurora Whore-ealis
Heart throb uber alles
Day 16
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Death will be personified now
Made to walk with us
Such that the shifting/amorphous face
is made recognizable
It is a skull of mercury
that transitions from horror to comfort
depending on the viewer
male to female
depending on the viewer
but to all safe passage is assured
This guardian, death
makes no bones about that
Day 15
Posted by admin on April 15th, 2009 filed in poetry1 Comment »
The dream machine sputters and dies
The idea well is running dry
The cleverness boat has run aground
15 days and 15 mounds
of shit
Day 14
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I had a dream about some one
I haven’t dreamt about in a long time
There she was in that burrito joint
we worked at years ago
still slinging the same old hash
I would have been embarrassed
had she asked what I was up to
’still unemployed and writing shit no one wants to read’
I would have said
but she was very intent on proving
how awesome her new life was
without me
Dodged a dream bullet on that one
When I woke up I lived in the time in question
Back when we were slinging burritos together
Back before my cock and her twat
Took separate vacations
When work and marijuana were the only things
that were on a daily to-do list
I had a car, an apartment, a beautiful lady
Things seemed simpler
It seems like a very human trait
to remember times as simpler
Though they’ve always been
just as complex and convoluted
as they are now
I’d like to try that again
under completely different circumstances
of course
But I’ve been terrified of living again
due to the fact that I could fail
But you know?
I think I’d prefer failure
to not living
It was a silly dream
later I started choking on some bleach
to try and get some free burritos
Give me food or give me death
and so on
She introduced me to her 9-foot-tall man servant
I didn’t think to bring my lady friends
but then again
who am I trying to impress
Honestly, I could give a shit what she thinks of me
In dream or life
But she is the standard bearer for my failure
So she deserves props for that
For that I will give her props
because she is in some heavy company
Day 13
Posted by admin on April 13th, 2009 filed in poetryComment now »
I love you something like immeasurable
but I can’t say your name without
Those hard letters incanting
The coming of something like trouble
Day 12
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That the throbbing wiles of Spring
crave some deviance is a given
As spores and nectar
Are lifted from the catacombs of Winter
New territories are aligned
Sperm swim upstream
To mark the new lines
and the moist pussy blooms in spangled glisten
Men spackle the landscape
and the ghosts of cum
come and gone
Whiten mountain tops
The jizz of millennia
now pristine National Geographic
monogamy
Salmon fuck in mid-air
for feast of grizzly
and climax in the teeth
So are we
dear humans
denial of this is delusion