Monday, July 12, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
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wouldn’t mind ridin into town on a horse.
six-shooter full of vicious.
set the whole town on fire, then ride
atop the first hill to watch it burn.
but that’s make believe. easier
just to switchblade the next baggypant
that passes the bodega and wonders
how this wall holds up all of my mean.
climb the staircase to the top
to watch the moonlight turn his blood black.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
First Steps
The bewildering balloon animals,
painted-on smiles and impossible colors
overjoyed the other children and big people
whose eden and idea this was.
Since they sang together, my terror
somehow an exhaustible thing,
breathless in their voices, I learned that joy
is just your dark shape cast before
you by any cheap light, still you
dance on its feet like a father.
The bewildering balloon animals,
painted-on smiles and impossible colors
overjoyed the other children and big people
whose eden and idea this was.
Since they sang together, my terror
somehow an exhaustible thing,
breathless in their voices, I learned that joy
is just your dark shape cast before
you by any cheap light, still you
dance on its feet like a father.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Doggerel: Field Day
Ramming up that rectum with field day trophies.
More little men in that ass than sausages in Shoneys.
Then the 50 yard dash broke the camel's back
and that sphinc'-seam split like a leprechuan sack.
going for the gold--to the breakfast buffet.
step aside, fools. Black needs a plate.
Doggerel: Magical Stealthness
Buck my horn up in ya like a unicorn ninja.
Magic meat, I gave-itz cuz you krave-itz like Lenny.
El Pegasus in the dressing room at JC Penny!
Doggerel: Blancos
Roughin' up slut guts, blowing blancos on their jowls.
Dong swinging low, oiled and sweaty as beach towels.
gagged-up gobs glistenign their cheeks like gerber babes,
gottem hitting notes like Prince with my purple vein.
Doggerel: Family Kill Threat #73
Crankin' outboard motors, props aimed at the twats
of dopefiend hookers found in vacant lots.
go ahead and scream, bitch, when you beg i bust--
white shapes in the air like pegasus.
i got ur ID--about to head to your house.
find your fat ass kids and pry open their mouths,
ram my piece down, bile spraying from the chamber,
pull the trigger back--brain-covered power rangers.
to the nursing home next and wake granny up from her nap,
throw the bitch off the roof and head to skyride tap.
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