Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Drone

I fuck with everything!
Nothing fucks with me!

I fuck like a drone.

Thrill-kill all of your hillbilly women-folk, Abdullah!
Yodel-ay-hee yodel-ay-hee yodel-oo!

Thrill-kill all of your hillbilly women-folk, Abdullah!
Yodel-oo-hoo yodel-oo-hoo yodel-ay!

I fuck like a drone.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Data


Who stole my soda?
Who stole my oats?

Who stole the sky and
my blue data?


Saturday, October 20, 2012

Jack Sprat

I forget everything you remember.
I remember everything you forget.

Are you more like trans-gender
or more like trans-fat?

Are you more like a garden
or more like a hat?

I forget everything you remember.
I remember everything you forget.



 

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Meep


I pollute the intuited tulip.
You devolve to a root.

Did a bean or a beer-nut undream us?
Meep is peeping at me in my sleep!

Friday, October 12, 2012

Igloo

Our cosmos wheezes and alliterates.
My groove is trivialized.
Alfred North Whitehead ate my love-muscle.
My igloo is alive.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Warcraft Shoppers

We killed all the doctors and lawyers!
We killed all the hippies and queers!

You killed them with a helicopter gunship.
I killed them with a hair-net and a sponge.

You killed them with an AK-47.
I killed them with a ladle and a spoon.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Dog

First they taught me the strangle-holds,
then they strangled my dog.

I'm talking about our god-damned landlords!

I wanna be your dog!
I wanna be your spasmodium!

I can teach you the strangle-holds.
We can strangle our god-damned landlords!

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Twenty-Teens

Start with salt.
Add saltines.
Nestle in the stove.
Tell us everything you know.

I know wrong from wrong.
I know 2013.
I know all the best chefs are cannibals.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Wasteland

Are you the ape that ate my Bible?
Are you the cop who gobbed my zoo?

Are you my boobs?

What we really need is more transparency!
What we really need is more incinerators!
What we really need is transparent incinerators!

Are you my boobs?


Monday, October 1, 2012

Old Lakota Man

I was born in Pine Ridge, South Dakota, May 4, 1919.
Before me, they say, ten thousand generations.

I don't want to die in the white man's hospital.
I don't want to die in the white man's paradise,
in these windless rooms, looking out at a dog-tooth skyline.
I don't want to die like rain swallowed into a sewer.