anguished snarling nightmares sieze me
in the blood-spattered cellblock of
the workaday world
GodBuddhaJesusAllahKrishna…my brainpenis seeks enlightenment
in your motherlysmothering breasts…breasts full of USDA-approved icecold Purity milk.
O, take me to the opium dens of Bohemia!
Caress my madness!
Look!
Look, look and see, see, see the golden Sea of Seas!
i rest my head upon the stony pillow
&
die.
piece,
tn*HIPpie
:D!
TN*hippie
It’s Keats, right?
National Day snapsnap
sexophone jazz, coffee with cream
Cunnilingus
Charlie Mingus
allyour bass arebelongtous
lickslurpyeahhhhhhhhh…
snapsnapsnapsnap
You of slicked-back souls and barbed-wire hearts,
Your words like acid-rancid butter,
Left too long out.
I fold my tear-drenched morning paper and
My heart keeps sodden time with the clackety-clack of the 7:05.
Scream without words til you are hoarse, America.
And write the books and cook the meatloaf.
Will there be dancing chimps upon my
Waiting grave
To screech for me? 
Moo!
I am a cow.
I see the distant hills.
They are green and lush with grass.
I wish to graze upon them.
But I cannot.
Damn the electric fence!
Damn the electric fence!
(orig. Gary Larson, “Far Side”)
I look at the wall.
It is old, cracked, worn
But yet it stands strong
And I wonder
Is the wall my soul?
Or is my soul the wall’s?
Splash.
cue chalk rising
…from the painter’s
…kidney-shaped pool table
…like the smoke
…from a freshly fired gun
…snookered toast
…rimbaud mocks me from wormville
…a crooked fang in my neck
…osculating the eight ball
double or nothing, <0))><-lips
I wash his poo pants
While he stands around and rants
Living with an artist is aesthetic bliss
But mama never told me there’d be days like this
POO PANTS!!
Hangin’ off his bottom
Oh, oh, oh poo pants
I’m so glad he’s got 'em
Somehow they’re endearing to me
I wash his poo pants
While he plays Sally Can’t Dance
But as he guzzles malt liquor and scoffs
For five days he doesn’t take em off
He’s a genius in the throes of ascension
But I move in another dimension
(Lester Bangs wrote that! I’m not kidding! There’s no indication that it was meant as a joke, either! Yikes!)
Roses be red
Violence be bloody
Littleton kid went killin’ with his buddy
UNA-BOMBER!! OKLAHOMA!!
FIRE DOWN DA HO!!
SHARKS IN THE GENE POOL SOUTH OF KOSOVO
Everyone’s packin’
So I’ll pack my nickel bag
Gonna get my peace on and offer yas a drag.
Peace Out.
(P.S. I once read the one from my last post at an art festival. On stage. With a friend playing bongos. I finished by yelling “Nuke The Whales!! Thank you!!” The crowd loved it :D)