Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Cop Car
they wanna pull a dragnet for some missing children
and this longing feels like an aggressive emptiness.
so I wait for them to show up in the back seat of a drown car
and when they come
I think,
'here comes the shit shovelers'.
They speak only in vowels
reaching around with their foul, water-logged flesh
and I wanna consult something that ain't there.
it's reaching up.
Failing.
Falling away towards a vast majority.
and this longing feels like an aggressive emptiness.
so I wait for them to show up in the back seat of a drown car
and when they come
I think,
'here comes the shit shovelers'.
They speak only in vowels
reaching around with their foul, water-logged flesh
and I wanna consult something that ain't there.
it's reaching up.
Failing.
Falling away towards a vast majority.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Golden Steak
Arnie was a slime-bag I knew since '47.
Over some darts he told us that he had a daughter that liked to get raped.
We got him good and drunk, beat the shit outta him and drove his car back to his wife's place. The address was printed on the registration we located in the glove box.
I already felt like shit.
It was a white palace, glowing with anticipation. The walk up to the golden doors enticed two drunks to literally fall by the wayside, blacked out on the lawn. No one cared, noticed or pretended to give a shit as the golden door crept ever closer.
Sir Galahad and I pounded relentlessly on the front door and as we did so a voice encouraged us to come around back.
"Hey," the voice sounded, "we're grilling back here!"
There was no music back there & I didn't smell shit but male rage and the essence total defense.
As we backed away from the estate, leaving behind our fallen comrades, I could smell the sound of bagpipes & wooden bats itching to the sound of 'taps'.
It was the quietest ride home I've ever had in my life.
5.2.09
Over some darts he told us that he had a daughter that liked to get raped.
We got him good and drunk, beat the shit outta him and drove his car back to his wife's place. The address was printed on the registration we located in the glove box.
I already felt like shit.
It was a white palace, glowing with anticipation. The walk up to the golden doors enticed two drunks to literally fall by the wayside, blacked out on the lawn. No one cared, noticed or pretended to give a shit as the golden door crept ever closer.
Sir Galahad and I pounded relentlessly on the front door and as we did so a voice encouraged us to come around back.
"Hey," the voice sounded, "we're grilling back here!"
There was no music back there & I didn't smell shit but male rage and the essence total defense.
As we backed away from the estate, leaving behind our fallen comrades, I could smell the sound of bagpipes & wooden bats itching to the sound of 'taps'.
It was the quietest ride home I've ever had in my life.
5.2.09
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Love you -
It all just sounds like wind chimes and zombie shark fights.
kung-fu punch claps constantly fighting against racist iconoclast heavenly hi-hats.
Escaping chainsaw teeth, relaying endless.
What I saw was weirder than the side of New York you'll never imagine.
I'm getting off a bus and
my face is a meteor.
Your end is death.
I'll see you before you get sick.
kung-fu punch claps constantly fighting against racist iconoclast heavenly hi-hats.
Escaping chainsaw teeth, relaying endless.
What I saw was weirder than the side of New York you'll never imagine.
I'm getting off a bus and
my face is a meteor.
Your end is death.
I'll see you before you get sick.
Friday, May 1, 2009
New School
It all happened so fast. Didn't even feel the asphalt. I sat up - my eyes felt like pinwheels. I remotely felt another blow ricochet hard off my left ear as I lost all hearing in it and buckled back down to the street.
In my right ear, which was dug into the pavement, I heard someone say, "Let's get the fuck out of here". Then a couple dozen sets of sneakers beat away into the distance. Slowly, I began to regain sight. The world was sitting sideways now and the mid-afternoon concrete was gradually cooking my right ear. It was now almost as hot as the left.
I groaned. Should have brought that starter pistol to school today. Suddenly, a car horn blared out really, really loud about eight feet behind me. It scared the shit out of me, almost literally. I had already wet my pants.
The sound of the idling engine was coming back to me quick and I heard a gruff voice from inside the car holler, "Hey! Get the fuck outta the road, kid!". It sounded like a cigar was yelling at me. I groaned again, coughed up some crap, gathered myself up and crawled out of the way.
As the car slowly passed by me, I caved in and fell back down into the gutter between two parked cars. I fell asleep a few times and no one offered to help me.
It was going to be a long week.
In my right ear, which was dug into the pavement, I heard someone say, "Let's get the fuck out of here". Then a couple dozen sets of sneakers beat away into the distance. Slowly, I began to regain sight. The world was sitting sideways now and the mid-afternoon concrete was gradually cooking my right ear. It was now almost as hot as the left.
I groaned. Should have brought that starter pistol to school today. Suddenly, a car horn blared out really, really loud about eight feet behind me. It scared the shit out of me, almost literally. I had already wet my pants.
The sound of the idling engine was coming back to me quick and I heard a gruff voice from inside the car holler, "Hey! Get the fuck outta the road, kid!". It sounded like a cigar was yelling at me. I groaned again, coughed up some crap, gathered myself up and crawled out of the way.
As the car slowly passed by me, I caved in and fell back down into the gutter between two parked cars. I fell asleep a few times and no one offered to help me.
It was going to be a long week.
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