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A Whole Bunch of People Were Shooting Heroin
bargaining on the heads of youngins, devils, or pennies
is a rough trade
whenever you think youv've had enough to say enough said,
imagine a mustache pistolwhippin ya as your pencil lead marks on wax paper
fade
your plans as a jailbird for that cool million in the shade
who says ya don't need two stones to kill a bird in the hand
when the bushes have mustaches
and your days are numbered
and fuck gettin a bird back to the pad
you just wanna get paid!
enough said.
~a poor sodden hobo
fatigue
im suffering from fatigue
lucky to be your source of intrigue
however misleading
i mistake myself to be
even when my glasses are bleeding
i seem to be feeding
on mystery
sun beating
heart depleting
couplets are fleeting
quadrouplets are creating
beads are sweating
fatigue is setting in
A Ring A Rats
a silent lycaeum
lies in their circle
a ring a rats
clamorous eyes
noble fecund gaze
a ring a rats
guarding the secret
of their very own craft
a ring a rats
scaring as statues scare
staring the stair of theifdom
a ring a rats
rearing up and cowering
a ring a rats
black cloud settled
a ring a rats
telling eachother tales
with their tails
a ring a rats
a ring a rats
Cthulu Opens
See vicious trails
of viscous blood
streaming across your face!
Feel your stomach hardening
into a crystal and
cleaving through your body
landing in a fresh
abyss.
You are a thousand minds
writhing as one
consumed by Cthulu
chaos clambers
inside out, threshing
order with its
fingers getting stunk.
Many lungs lay on a newly
angled plane
deflating, like a
final tide
ebbing into a
placid dread sea.
cybernetic frontier
I’ve placed aspects of .all my alter
egos
in cyberspaces, electronic
garages.
..I’m going to put all
my stuff in storage
and go foraging in
the vast new forest.
for ages we’ve been
fermenting like any dead
.....sin fruit.
our surfaces will be
cinders, so let us
romp now in the .............cartoony
..cybernetic forest
where the waterfalls
..douse our innocent
heads with lust.
Growing in a fruitful garden
writhing up the trunks and
flowing over the glen
crashing through the underbrush
and even through the murky fen
what grows and bulges, turgid
with green activity?
A frenzy of furrowing brows
amidst the dusty and smoky senate
bungle on without heed
and the land is left wondering
what do we need?
Is the state ready to assume
the magnitude
of assumption?
Do they revel in their wits?
Do they even know them?
Durst thou burst with answers, oh steaming
and pressed suits?
The humans that we know will
think what they will
and no one will be the wiser within this microcosm
for all of these turbulent vines start to strangle
and life and limb begins to be something to risk
and here I dangle.
Animosity boils in the fen,
and it starts to stink up the
garden
because it has all been smushed together
the Pangaea is reborn
all of us clicking to eachother in the vast viny forest
like Swahili monkeys
The Sniffling Gentlemen
.......
...up
in the cabin
..the sniffling gentlemen
one wears a smoking
............ jacket, the terrace
outide the expensive window
never a dent in the snow
Dealer’s deck so thin
.........couldn’t even stack it.
Pipes out for presence
...........providence
.............penitance
One polite smoke ring
...the sniffling gentleman
.....swings, he didn’t even
know he had a racket.
Pipes frozen by revenants
..wastrel wraiths rifle
the ruffles of the sniffling gentleman
..and therefore the waifs’
Thine shadowy city cloaked in wonder
transform me into an animal
take away my indecision
steal my reason and draw me in
a new dream
A warrior bears down
on the foes inside his bones
Upon a throne, an ashy demon
.......laughs alone
I live in an ornate dining hall
sprawled along a long mahogany table
faced with a box richly gilded
dark green brass glimmers and
bends its wooden housing
A pulpy pop as it opens
a plume of powder swirls round
the hands of a speedy shadowy friend
.......who draws a line
.............with dust of a colour
....................slightly sulfur
I squeal, partitioning my portion
poisoned by starvation
a fog encrusts the guests
I know nothing about the drug
but together we experience absorption
A whole Bunch of People Were Shooting
Heroin
I was sleeping nights on orange stained
sacks that used to be white
It is a junkyard ghetto, carparts and strict sheetmetal make up the walls
and all
I clamber out of my bed avoiding my dad in the dark with the white window
behind his tweaked face as he puts a needle in.
I run out to the car through soup boilers: black and central American
lookin folk in my porch. I get to the foldable red and rust topless car,
and Ruth is in there sweating and clutching the wheel, she drives and
beads of red do not hide well in her vacuous holes
They swell, the drips, as she turns the car down another street of sunlit
metal surfaces
Twisted ones and flat, and cruddy delvings into the ground called houses
With some carhoods stretched over their heads slumped in their pleasure.
........... My poor sordid classmates rolling
on the grass and on the crumbled pavement of the mornlit roofless corridor,
Sara is speaking and bending the whole syringe with the thumb in a hilarious
arc, her crooked elbow sucking up its venom, her eyes delight
And her smile is slack and wondery
She feels it in her fingers and she shouts about it
In amazement
Circulating and infecting her with pleasure,
And then it rushes her body and she gets buffeted to the ground in a heap
of writhing classmates.
............My teacher shows up behind me
and asks me of the matter, and I defend them saying that they are lazy
and tired and giggly.
In my mind
.............I
am always disappointed, I think, as I browse the yellow green lit convenient
store inside and it is noxious with low ceilings, I feel some subtle jealousy
and yearning and doubt flooding me as the color of the light does. My
eyes sting with crystalline tears that plink the sheetmetal and a feeling
in my fingers like I have to dump.
Every time I see those gleeful teeth trapping their pleasure.