Friday, December 14, 2007

Poets, etc.

We're poets and we don't need to know calculus syringes
the legal implications of incorporating
versus a limited partnership in the English sense
nautical miles or the metrical system.

What an admirable ass has that hussy who just passed.

And we came and we sat and we waited.
Everyone hoped Molly would read what she had created.
But it was not fated
to be although the fates hated
to disappoint the community of the gated.

Not correct! Not correct! That is my goal:
O all you ass holes (two words, please note),
in the digestive system of any of us
this is what I wrote:
the boss is always an ass hole,
the ass hole is the boss.
So fuck you.

Give a thought to Molly or a "Frank" for her thoughts. Do.

Sunday, December 09, 2007


What happened to the country below the border
of childhood?

What happened to the black cat?

The names of restaurants tell you little
but we continue to eat baked pussy
with caviar like a tourist
asking a blind man for directions
why did Edgar Allan changed his last name to Poet?

Yet I miss the life beyond these walls
this room a universe centering on my bed

Most people are either assholes
or pains in the ass
but I wasn't most people
frequenting the always empty sex shop
a front for drug money

after all Everything is a front
if not an insult

Molly's tits are a front to conceal
she asks two questions only
from the highest point in the town

The boys miss them and you, they say.