if only words could
kill then I would
spell out the names
of the lost in one
last poem
9/29/08
9/26/08
9/22/08
ENOUGH
it's this time of night that I come
home buzzed from the lot I own on
the side of the road that I call a flea
market where I spread out all the
broken shit that most nobody wants
but some do and I make enough for
a six-pack or gas or some pop for
my kids and a lot of the fuckers say
I'm a veteran I'm fucked-up
my legs go numb I'm hurting
you got any whiskey or these tired
women beaten by family and life the
assholes who call themselves men
I'm sorry but I can't keep from
crying I got nowhere to go would
you take 50 cents or all the others
who ask hey you got some hits or a beer
I need a line I just want to sit here and
get fucked up until the pain goes away
or the tears can I camp here tonight
can you give me this coffee maker I'll
pay you on the first man but that day
never comes so that's why I hate
this country
home buzzed from the lot I own on
the side of the road that I call a flea
market where I spread out all the
broken shit that most nobody wants
but some do and I make enough for
a six-pack or gas or some pop for
my kids and a lot of the fuckers say
I'm a veteran I'm fucked-up
my legs go numb I'm hurting
you got any whiskey or these tired
women beaten by family and life the
assholes who call themselves men
I'm sorry but I can't keep from
crying I got nowhere to go would
you take 50 cents or all the others
who ask hey you got some hits or a beer
I need a line I just want to sit here and
get fucked up until the pain goes away
or the tears can I camp here tonight
can you give me this coffee maker I'll
pay you on the first man but that day
never comes so that's why I hate
this country
9/18/08
so scared and alone no future for
the future you've put your faith
in lovers or tormentors)
EVIL TINES
Grief-stricken, the old man put his head
in his hands and moaned.
The last class will be over.
The last textbook will be closed.
______________________
With bible, notes and poetry
Nettelbeck came to talk to
lawyer and newsmen.
"we invite you to measure every
destination by how deeply it moves
you"
the future you've put your faith
in lovers or tormentors)
EVIL TINES
Grief-stricken, the old man put his head
in his hands and moaned.
The last class will be over.
The last textbook will be closed.
______________________
With bible, notes and poetry
Nettelbeck came to talk to
lawyer and newsmen.
"we invite you to measure every
destination by how deeply it moves
you"
9/14/08
BRIGHT SIDE TO EVERYTHING
Like a rubber full of smiling faces
on a beach with no name twelve
blocks down from an abandoned
warehouse where pincushions of
meat still discuss the relevance
of a big toe.
on a beach with no name twelve
blocks down from an abandoned
warehouse where pincushions of
meat still discuss the relevance
of a big toe.
9/12/08
Cash Game
for Morg
I had 6 t0 7 grand in a
jar when I was selling
chronic to hillbillies and
Indians but I gave up
half when the man came
around every two weeks
to collect and that put it
all into perspective I was
still in the bucks but not
writing the poems so the
shotgun aside I took what
I wanted and told them
all to get fucked
I had 6 t0 7 grand in a
jar when I was selling
chronic to hillbillies and
Indians but I gave up
half when the man came
around every two weeks
to collect and that put it
all into perspective I was
still in the bucks but not
writing the poems so the
shotgun aside I took what
I wanted and told them
all to get fucked
9/11/08
9/7/08
Just Like The Movies
for Michael C. Ford
a Rory Calhoun
look-alike is ravishing
in boho chic
when the
scarcest of gauchos
wearing
rubber masks of
retrospect
kick his impenetrable
ass between
the porticoes of
infinite space
just like the movies
a Rory Calhoun
look-alike is ravishing
in boho chic
when the
scarcest of gauchos
wearing
rubber masks of
retrospect
kick his impenetrable
ass between
the porticoes of
infinite space
just like the movies
9/4/08
CULTURE OF BULLSHIT
the teleprompter speaks for
a tortured puppet who has
no idea how many homes
he owns but has designed
a strategy to fight against you
the homeless the buttfuckers
the pregnant the atheists the
starving the dopers and drunks
the cripples who always look
down anyway away from a
luxury those who have it all
could never have achieved but by
facing the real test the work the
faith the service a complete
culture of bullshit designed to
make it all feel better when
they're kicking you telling you
to stand up stand up stand up
nothing is inevitable here
a tortured puppet who has
no idea how many homes
he owns but has designed
a strategy to fight against you
the homeless the buttfuckers
the pregnant the atheists the
starving the dopers and drunks
the cripples who always look
down anyway away from a
luxury those who have it all
could never have achieved but by
facing the real test the work the
faith the service a complete
culture of bullshit designed to
make it all feel better when
they're kicking you telling you
to stand up stand up stand up
nothing is inevitable here
The Songs Of Coyotes
I walked in the streets of night
so no one could see my face
-Jack Micheline
Your crosshairs are now
where your bullet is
hitting.
so no one could see my face
-Jack Micheline
Your crosshairs are now
where your bullet is
hitting.
9/2/08
MORE DEATH BLUES
for the continental OP
death wants more wine not
more death that prick already
took three of my sweet bitches
but I'm still here they're still
here so with no street corner
available I scratch a watch crystal
deep with my initials during one
long hydroxed breath at a redundant
crossroads like I'm supposed to
be scared of wearing blackface
shit I ain't got any whiteface left
death wants more wine not
more death that prick already
took three of my sweet bitches
but I'm still here they're still
here so with no street corner
available I scratch a watch crystal
deep with my initials during one
long hydroxed breath at a redundant
crossroads like I'm supposed to
be scared of wearing blackface
shit I ain't got any whiteface left
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