Artsy Whore

Artsy Whore, everybody else is gone.
So get in my car (Nobody ever said I had principles).
Artsy Whore, I know my flat isn't hip enough for you.
I don't have enough full-bodied tomes or obscure cutouts of
Sartre and Welles. Don't even bother asking
where my meditation pole is,
I don't have one...

Please, Artsy Whore,
be open to new things (I'll pay extra), the
unhipness of my room is, some would say, hip.
Just take off your glasses so you won't have to see it.
What? The'yre just frames? Fuck. Fine,
I'll just turn down the lights. No,
Artsy Whore, these bulbs aren't vintage.
Vintage bulbs are dead; they don't work. Shut up.

Arsty Whore, please
stop quoting Camus, you're
ruining the mood, and it's quite rude
to talk with your mouth full.

Can I pay you in records? What about clove cigarettes?

You know what, Artsy Whore? You're pretty chill for a whore.
I'm sure Hitler could be chill sometimes too;
alone in his rumpus room...

Meditation 1

The leaves will be fanciful,
Tonight, and the meaning
Of the foghorn, blaring
And dense will be lost
On those who are lost.

Let's walk down, dead,
To where the man,
Guardian, stands reserved
And reserves his judgement
For the gray savages of
Nightmare alley.

Holy, holy,
Self-reliant forester,
Pounding at the oak
Of uncertain significance;
Innumerable attempts
At building a holy home.

Frustrated,we cry,
Oh, holy life,
Take me with you!

The Great American West

My brain feels like a lumber mill,
But I'm delighted to be here.
And opportunity to speak.
Speech now:
Boys, Boys, Boys!
Keep your pants up!
Walk softly,
But eat a big stick -
Hot dogs, I mean.
Hot. dog.
Sausage of America.
Tremendous sacrifice,
Those salty pioneers.

On This Day

A hundred years from now,
they're gonna look back on today and say
"October 24, 2010 was the greatest day."
On this day, the greatest
St. Dogface day talent show that ever was held
was held in Ola Arkansas.
On this day, Old Gerty Shoehorn next door to
the Stevesonnes's emerged brilliant.
On this day, Lonnie had his first lemon, and it was.
On this day, the locals beat down the tourists in Istanbul,
and the tourists beat down the locals in Ankara.
On this day, Angels in the Outfield was on Starz.
I watched half halfheartedly.
On this day, shit spewed from old faithful, but only the blind caretaker was there
to smell it happen.
On this day, our king was born to a demigod in the Harlem palladium.
On this day, Julia first made love to
a truckstop bathroom.
On this day, mankind first felt true love.
On this day, the tailor learned what hate really is.
On this day, the world turned off, and never
was again.

Leave Me Be

Leave me be, for I have died.
Please, don't come knocking. Don't
come stomping...
How would you feel, if someone
stomped six feet 'bove where you slept? Yeah,
I thought so.
Just leave me be, that's all I ask. Don't, for
fuck's sake, pee on my marker.
It says "Rest in Peace", not "Rest in Piss".
Thank you. Please, don't try to Frankenstein me.
Unless that's some sort of new position...
Dead people have feelings too....
I've spoken my words, now
Leave me be.