Chief Roswell

Chief Roswell flew last night,
While the lesser humans slept.
He flew like a rocket ghost,
Over the stars, and came crashing
Through your bedroom window,
Touting the merits of a well-groomed orifice.
I shot up disgusted - “Begone!”
A man’s got to sleep.

Rand Mcnally

Lookin' for Mount Mckinley
With Pa on Sunday, 1994

Looked it up in the ol'
Rand Mcnally
Got Directions, Estimated Time of Arrival:
1995

Trucked on through the slopes of el salvador
And the lushes of Madrid
I saw twin magicians in the markets of Giza
And I fed grapes to the kings of Ukraine

The Dead Cd broke in Xinjiang
And the truck broke down twice over the Bay of Bengal

And by the time we reached our destination (97')
The sign out front read:
Mount McGregor correctional facility

"Fuck" Said Pa.

Never Trust a Rand Mcnally

Bumphrey Hogart

I was never more embarassed
Than I was the day
Father ordered 10 rap scallions
at Gustav Floubert's Grecian Eatery

The humidity in that meat bunker
Was worse than the humidity is in
The maw of a young Gila Monster

After the dissapointed Grecian waiter left us
Strange eddys blew over father's plate
In an otherwise windless meat bunker

How odd
My brain said to my brain

Cherry Picker's Delight

"Where've all the cherries gone this season John?"
Asked THE BOSS
John Cavanaugh drew a blank
Drew Harrigan says he shoots blanks too
Looking over the
Wooden cherry trollop
And smooth regulators,
John Cavanaugh collected himself and began to speak....




"Th... th... the cherry pickin' seasons' over boss"

"Well then.." said BOSS, "Looks like it's time for summer vacation!"


cherry pickers delight

Chauncy Fluboré's Survival Guide

Crossing the road to perdition
Takes more than hearty legs
A brain of steel
A soul of Gold
For breakfast.. try to have eggs

And If perchance you meet a troll
Just tap him on the knee
It may seem silly
Or maybe wrong
But sure enough you'll see

That trolls my friend are made of ice
And ice is made of cash
And if it's cash your looking for
You'll soon develop rash

Across your face, across your eyes
And too across your chest
A pocket full of sunshine
And a rainbow in the west

And if you lose your way somehow
Be sure not to alarm
For primal bears and homonauts
Can surely cause you harm

Now of course your nigh to ask
How will this help me live?
The answer friend lies in your end
A cell phone's in your ass!

Dog Flower

Be as the dog flower,
Extend your snout and pollinate,
Wag tail and, bending toward the apple sky,
Lap up last sunlight; woofing...
Woof.

Mesopotamia

A man with no bones stalks in the desert.
He drags a long shadow, his marrow
sucked dry by the bald silhouette
of a skeletal vulture, Time
entombed in a pile of dust.

Dead fingers probe the vastness, waking
in an afterlife more bleak than before,
death upon death mistaken for life,
like stairs off these sunburnt cliffs,
engulfed in the pyre of burning air.

Chained to the withering wall, the man
with a ragged barbed beard buries his feet, steadying -
the earth shakes, quaking with fear, he, sinks
swallowed by the death mouth, the rats
converge, consume, leave a bloody trail
leading to the wet cave where the drowned men,

Play poker, echo, laugh and chew child's organs
dragging, dragging, drag their potbellied flesh engorged
intestines, from the charnel cave; swollen, blue
the blood waves break and locusts from the river bend
descend like pages from ancient volumes, burning

Beth Nahrain,
here is the pale flesh of the entombed masses,
here is,
your pound of flesh and blood
writhing in this fertile mud.