Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A Poem to Barry

Nevada is still open,
Oprah and Stedman sighted.
Great! He didn't get shot.

This could really work out...
That's my big worry,
we never do the right thing.
We never pick the inspirational person.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Ten.

What kind of personal connection do you have with Neo?
I have no idea what you are talking about.
It's okay. You can tell me.
Talking to god is like talking to a priest,
only better.
Now I'm more confused.
.....
STOP MAKING ME THINK!

(2nd Tribute to Vulva)


Friday, October 3, 2008

I call it 'anger'

Leave in the narrows of the dusk.
Yeah.
Cause everything revolves around you.
DECEIVER!
Ninja man strafing, lurking in the shadows.
A STAB in the BACK!
The ides of march is watching, eagerly.

Dedicated to Vulva.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Eight.

Jefferson winks,
A nickle on the way down,
Becomes a dime on the way back up.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Patriotism - 9/11

Gray zoot-suit, pinstripe loud.
Caligula alligator.
American flag pin on the lapel.
Chewing tobacco and a paper cup.
Spit.
Situation, balding and reading glasses.
Chew.
You're no spring chicken,
American, now.
Spit. Repeat.
You've seen better days.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Six.

Clothes are wrong
and the air feels right.
I just want to be,
be butt naked and free.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Five.

Blazing.
Blazing.
It's blazing, blistering.
THE SUN !!!!
Burn me.

Four.

They're us.
We're them.
They're our parents,
but daddy's dead.
Phil.....

Three.

The edge of reality,
turning in on itself;
Revolving as a drill,
with me as the fulcrum.

Two.

Brain floating in liquid goo,
Spinal cord not responding.

One.

Same lock. Same key.
Two different results.