Monday, November 30, 2009

Aunt Millie's Sweaty Debacle

August 89'
Rain drop cubicle
Wears no pants
To any of the higher lords.
An infinite struggle,
When wavelengths crash
Into nothing
On a steamy beach
Far, Far
Away.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

the Dead Hand of the Past

The Dead Hand of the Past
touches the present.
The Dead Hand of the Past
touches your presence (of mind).
The Dead Hand of the Past
touches your (christmas) presents.

The Founder's Motto

Never say never. I mean it.
As soon as you start saying never,
your ass is grass mister.
Bluegrass.
They'll get you if you start saying never.
It's a terrible word
anyway. I mean, gramatically it doesn't even-
What's that? Who's They??

Why, the everpresenteverknowingallseeingallbeingallscreaming
alwaysyellingmosltyflailingsimplythreshingcontestjudging
pageantcrashingweddingplanningsailboatsterningtraintrackblasting
hiphopcasting They
That's They. You don't want to
mess with They, even if
you die trying.

And always remember:
I f#*@$d the landlord
for seven weeks straight
so you wouldn't have to.

My Boy, Stay Steedfast

You know, it really hurt
when you called me a mangy mutt.
When you stomped all over my dreams.
When you thrashed me in the gut.
When you tasted all my creams.

You said I wasn't worthy
to be the captain's footfat aide.
You said I wasn't worthy
to make a penny in the horse trade.

"A brimbling brambling brook.
That's all you'll ever amount to.
So that when I'm out inside the wilderness,
I'll have somewhere nice to poo."

Well, you know what asshole?
This brook has made a fortune selling steeds.

Hump Day Vol. 14

Sunday. Memphis streets.
Walking doesn't feel too good.
Clamshells up my butt.

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 14

Clamshells down the hatch?
Well Sir Archibald Stacey,
Like them up the butt?

Hump Day Haiku Vol. 14

Open wide, say "ahhhh".
I'm gonna take this clamshell
and shove it down there.