I heard the other day of a study
Devaluing the art of multitasking
Ignoring its benefits
I simply can not agree
And belittle the exuberance
Of riding my bicycle
Talking on the phone
Drinking a beer
And pulling my member
As I think of you
And all of the bullshit
you put me through
She claws his face
and reaches over his lap
to unlock her door
through the master control
and he almost swerves off the road into a tree
He’s forced to slow it down
He tries to punch her unconscious in the process
But she gets it unlocked
and lunges out of the car
while he’s still going at least 30 mph
He looks back and watches her hit the ground
Tumbling
Like a cigarette
Saw her orange heels flipping about
Like embers on the blacktop
This isn’t the way it was supposed to go
Shit. He turns the car around
Sees her staggering barefoot
Into the dark forest
Damnit
He pulls the car over
gets out
and goes in after her
put your finger in it
like a shark-toothed gingerbread house
get out on the street
despite the conspicuous absence
of French Symbolist poets
plant a seed,
quit buying crap you don’t need
chant: one plate, one fork, one cup, one spoon
give the rest away, gratis
surrender your wants
to the impoverished indigence
use a laser beam to cut squares from the sky
to let down the stars, to lay waste
to the hive-like inhuman consciousness
bent on ensnaring, enslaving
the free spirit of creative forces,
to shatter and shove black reptilian oaths
vowed in penthouse palaces
back up their vile asses
take it back
channel the anarchy born of the free womb
there is only one color
hotly coursing beneath the skin
uniting us all
it is wine, the chianti of love
it is blood
it is ours
A face in the thicket’s wreath
Is merely a silhouette bird wings smoke.
He is drift wood like his cock
The night before, thrown out
By princesses wave.
There is no perfect resolution
For his protocol, his environment frowns
On the shore’s vagina scalp
Littered with bone.
Where he went, I could only speculate.
But every time I smell a cigarette
Or an ember’s cologne, I think of him.
And menstruation’s blood
Glitters his upper lip. He can’t see it.
I’m listening to the only
Heartbeat left in the room,
Guiding the movement
Of the elitists, slithering to safety.
I’m just a piece of contentment
To a drifter in a tent
To a dead lion
In a czar’s living room
To a horny guru
Teaching bible studies.
The two lines in my vows to myself
A one liner about the tightness of my pussy
And a quote by some random
Philosopher, I once heard mention something trivial
Like “time is of the essence”.
I have four crumbs left
And I will eat them all
Because you called me on my bullshit
In 2001, when I wasn’t ready
To have my cherry popped
By a machine that
Hadn’t even been invented yet.
Tell me you think I’m pretty
And we go from “hello” to anal in 3 seconds.
An angry woman complained to me
about the guns that I like jerking off to
As well as the porn that I love to shoot
with my friends
Or maybe it was the other way around
I truly can’t recall
We had a civil political debate
or at least so I thought
as her yelling was really
quite sexy
I just nodded and occasionally
tried to explain a different perspective
Her lack of knowledge about porn and small explosives
deeply saddened me
And she must have misinterpreted my words
as some kind of display of sexual prowess as well
for she told me “fuck you and your redneck friends”
She seamed like an honest person
so I unzipped my pants
and I was ready for her
Yet she never did fuck me
or any of my friends
nor did she ensure that we got fucked
And frankly I was disappointed
by her complete lack of sincerity
And now I’m considered a registered sex offender
just for trying to make her happy
Politics are truly a strange beast
i knew love once.
it was back before
my first execution,
before the hounds were released
and the hunt was easy for fresh blood.
back when i lay on my floor and
pictured a wild west
and if my mom asked me what i was doing
i’d say “listening to music.”
and she smiled at the simple world
that once spun so slow
an old record could
take up whole nights.
but not now.
not since i opened and closed
and forgot to buy postcards in
Havana and Minneapolis.
and if i promised to let people know
i was still alive
i didn’t remember or worry
because somewhere along the way I realized
no one really cares.
and the girls didn’t need
a prince on a horse
by the time they were ready to kiss
their fathers goodbye.
they just wanted what was there
and if it hadn’t gotten drunk and beaten them yet
it was worth saving.
inventing a history is easier than thinking about
what might have been.
no one needs love anyway
a new show premiers every night at 8.
I traveled to the foot
Of a great mountain.
Followed the path
Into the backwoods.
When I found the summit
Testosterone howled,
Like a fire had engulfed me.
I removed my pants,
Raised my arms up
Like a proud tyrant,
And screamed for God to watch.
I pissed and watched it flow
Like a river
Down the sides of the valley.
I masturbated furiously,
Enflamed by my virility,
And watched the waste fall.
Like a goblin in exile
I prepared to shoot again,
And washed the valley below
Like a bird lets his droppings
Fall.
the kaua’i ‘o’o bird
native to the islands of hawaii
went extinct in 1987
the last known bird
of its species
was a male
and its call was recorded
in 1975
it sang for a mate
that would never come
but its call remains recorded
in the cornell lab of ornithology
Confessions of an
Unredeemed drug addict
Whose name shall not be mentioned
Screaming onomatopoetic imitations
Sinking dirty syringes
Into floppy celery veins
Pretending to be a shitty knock
Off Supervillain Junkie
Is the highlight of my day
DING!
BAM!
POW!
Junk gives you superpowers
It turns you from
Invisible Man to
Retarded Tortoise
It even cums
With its own cape
I got this star tattoo
Right on my sweet spot
So I can always aim the needle
For my honey hole
ZING!
Been from Florida to
California and
Never found a better
Lover than this laconic
Muse
Shit’s better than hot and heavy
BBW sex smeared in
Pumpkin Pie
It’s got all the
PLOP!
SLAP!
CLAP!
I’ll ever need
And she don’t talk back
The perfect supervillain
Sidekick
Everybody’s searching for that
Special somebody
They just don’t realize her
Name is Dope
I tell ya
DOPE!
