Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Hyatus Endus

Stand in turf with hammered knees

and sleek resolve like foxes fighting for a warren

red and flashing

teeth and snarls and graceful twisting rolling spines

Find a moment and hold it to the fire of your image

Make it smoke and inhale it

till you feel its weight in your lungs

How dare you enjoy your life while it might harm some unknown indigenous asshole in bunga bunga?

Well fuck it I'm getting the latte anyway,

and as for the cup I hope it chokes the last polar bear.

Gut feeling says this is going to be a try not to kick anybody in the knee kind of day,

hope I'm up to it.

Why does the city not want people to sleep on the sidewalk?

They don't ask me for any money when there asleep.

I want them to ban all the other people who are awake.

Especially the fat old Mexican women who walk three across at a pace that would piss off a snail.

I've seen you go for a register that's just opening at the grocery store.

I know you can move.

I need an ointment to salve my problems.

The car door opened like a vein. And more than a yard of sleek flesh slithered out to the curb, and a woman emerged who could raise your insurance premium just by smiling at you.

You are Pythagorean. What I mean to say is that A squared, plus B squared equals you square.

There is no reason ever to hit a woman out of anger. For sexual gratification, yeah I get that. But out of anger, that's just sick.

I spell so badly I can't look up words.

Ptolemy had a bad Idea

Ptolemy had a bad Idea

He said I know what to get Caesar for Christmas this year

My darling you've got to see me driving away.

My darling why don't you see me driving away?

Won't you honk your horn and yell for me.

Yell for me to stay.

Cause I don't really want to drive away.

My darling you got to see me screwing up.

My darling why don't you see me screwing up?

When you see that happen break my bottle,

and hide the keys to the truck.

Cause, my darling, I don't want to screw up.

My darling can I be a better man?

My darling why can't you see I'll be a better man?

Cause if you tell me that I can,

Kick the ass of superman

My darling I'll die trying if I can't

My darling do you see me driving away?

My darling why don't you see me driving away?

I'll put my pride in the trunk,

and turn this jalopy to the one I love.

Cause I ain't never gonna drive away.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Next Unchildren's Story; Fish Dog Sam

Fish Dog Sam

He squirms and squeals
And reels on his heels
At what the sun reveals

"Everyone in this town talks to themselves"
He yells at himself
"That's not counting the blue tooth
Just the green tooth
And the yellow eyed
Who roll on the ground
And spit out hands
To grab you."

Fish Dog Sam
If ever he swam
He'd of sank for sure
Like a deep sea lure
His heels on the keel
Know how the sun must feel

"I've a beard that hangs down to my cock
And I have pissed into my whiskers
But I don't sneeze on my feet no more."

Then he did the dance where his feet clapped like hands
And his knees hit his stoney elbows
He barked like a fish like a dog like a man
he flopped like a Fish Dog Sam

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Washing Down the Moon

The moon is lopsided

I think someone dented it

I hope they have insurance

You can push with all your might

But you can only pull with your weight

If that is not enough, it is you who moves, not the object

Physics is a bitch

I don’t like sciences with equations that can be solved

Makes it harder to fake that you know what your talking about

The great mouth of the earth

Smiles and gnashes its mountainous teeth

We are all food

Flies do not hesitate

900 facets to look through

And no time to decide

Cows would eat us if they could

They think about it a lot

How much grass can you eat?

High fructose corn syrup

On the cob

Two hump caramel

The mind is a zoo for our memories

Sometimes we try to simulate their natural enviorment

But usually they sleep in empty cages

If I could live on the moon I would

But what would I wash it down with

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Things Other People Should Do

Someone should invent a reverse microwave.
No, not something that would unpop popcorn, that would be stupid.
I mean something that I could take a warm soda, put it in, push a button, and thirty seconds later have a cold soda.
Is that so much to ask of science.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Deep Hot Water

Struggle though I might

No matter how hard I kick
No matter how hard I fight

The surface is out of reach
And air tight

And the temperature’s starting to rise

Struggle though I do

I’m still going down deep
Deep down in the blue

Becoming a piece of
Meat in this stew

Swimming in the deep hot water

And it boils my blood

When I think about those
Who escaped this flood

Breathing the air
And stuck in the mud

Watching me come to a boil

It irks me

Jerks my chain to be
Stuck in this sea

Just who is this soup
That I’m in gonna feed

Swimming in the deep hot water