Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
ice
The pipe’s gone black
The ice has melted
The eyes roll back
Ultra-focus
Hyper hocus pocus
The buzz of an angry locust
Rock and roll down the street
A 280 bpm heartbeat
Count the sheep
As they jump the fencing
After 1500
Give up and take more medicine
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Friday, November 26, 2010
mauling
Watch out for the cougars tonite my son
Theyre female pride on the prowl
And theyre out and about on the town
Snarls and scowls
Gnarly growls
There were three in my living room not fifteen minutes ago
Doing lines on the table
________________________ .
And trying to get their story’s out first
Extra, extra, Ive got more to say than you
Anyway its all old news but
Now theyre out
And the point is if you’re a sexy c.u.b.
Keep an eye out in the pub
They want to share the carcass
of fleeting youth with you
And after mauling that beast to the ground
And ripping its throat out with your teeth
Its satisfying to share the kill and watch the blood drip from their jaws as they feast.
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Wednesday, November 24, 2010
luxury tax
Everyones worn out in my house.
When everyone lives late
The days get longer and longer///
Until all of a sudden you havent slept for two days
And sleep has a luxury tax that you cant afford///
ZzZ.
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
And thats that.
She looks good in soft lighting…
I‘ll give her that.
She purses her lips in that way that lets you know
That that’s that.
And that’s that.
You could sit and think about
The symbolism of the grin of the Cheshire cat
Or maybe a smile’s just a smile
Not part of any allegory
Just another piece of that
Part of the story we leave out
As if it’s a given
She looks good in soft lighting…
But you can tell she’s a hard woman.
I‘ll give her that.
She purses her lips in that way that lets you know
That that’s that.
And that’s that.
You could sit and think about
The symbolism of the grin of the Cheshire cat
Or maybe a smile’s just a smile
Not part of any allegory
Just another piece of that
Part of the story we leave out
As if it’s a given
She looks good in soft lighting…
But you can tell she’s a hard woman.
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
kitty

I want a pretty little kitten to play with
I want her to purr when I stroke her
I want my presence alone to excite her
I want to buy her little trinkets to play with
Balls of string, fake plastic mice
Or if I am being more honest
Perfume and jewelry and surprise trips to the movies
or dinner somewhere nice
The problem with felines is
Its hard to find out whether or not they
really love you
or whether you are just a plaything
or a source of food..
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
On this fine day
Another day stuck in the office chair
working on my vacant stare.
"How you going man?"
He says politely.
"Oh, I'm getting there."
I'm getting there but really, really, really, slowly.
An assistant in a shop says: "Can I help you?"
I say: "Blow me."
That's an accurate summation of my thoughts and feelings on this fine day
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, today was somewhat of a throwaway.
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working on my vacant stare.
"How you going man?"
He says politely.
"Oh, I'm getting there."
I'm getting there but really, really, really, slowly.
An assistant in a shop says: "Can I help you?"
I say: "Blow me."
That's an accurate summation of my thoughts and feelings on this fine day
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, today was somewhat of a throwaway.
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Monday, November 15, 2010
Why the West is Wild
My city is full of metrosexual rednecks
They preen and cavort with retromullets and bizmos
They babble of dabbling in chemicals
Of course only specific ones
They haggle over obsolete gizmos
Beeping and bleeping and flashing like UFO's
We want to isolate ourselves from the rest
And cheat our IQ and drug tests
We want to be the best for LESS
We want to be more west than THE WEST
We want to make Texans look like New Yorkers
Make too-cool-for-school clothes mules look like STALKERS
Selling their eager stares and product-filled hair like Arabian HAWKERS
And when I say we,
I mean I
And when I say I,
I mean me
All ourselves are selfish souls
Seeking karmic wealth in the land of plenty
They preen and cavort with retromullets and bizmos
They babble of dabbling in chemicals
Of course only specific ones
They haggle over obsolete gizmos
Beeping and bleeping and flashing like UFO's
We want to isolate ourselves from the rest
And cheat our IQ and drug tests
We want to be the best for LESS
We want to be more west than THE WEST
We want to make Texans look like New Yorkers
Make too-cool-for-school clothes mules look like STALKERS
Selling their eager stares and product-filled hair like Arabian HAWKERS
And when I say we,
I mean I
And when I say I,
I mean me
All ourselves are selfish souls
Seeking karmic wealth in the land of plenty
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Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Absence
When an absence becomes a presence
A teardrop can become an ocean
And a man could swim forever
Never finding dry land
Or even shallow water where
The bottom could be seen
To avoid love is to remain dry
And men are suited for life on dry land
But water is needed by men simply to live.
A teardrop can become an ocean
And a man could swim forever
Never finding dry land
Or even shallow water where
The bottom could be seen
To avoid love is to remain dry
And men are suited for life on dry land
But water is needed by men simply to live.
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