Scalper

I'm a math-and-calf-scalper.
Are you my calf?

What's the square root of 27889?
What's the cube root of 487443403?

I'm a math-and-calf-scalper.
Are you my calf?

Star

Duck quacks under the radar
Duck says you're a star.

Duck quacks under the radar
Duck says you're a star.

Duck walks into a bar and asks for water.
but he don't want it in a glass.
No, he don't want it in a bathtub neither.

He wants it in another world.

Bollywood Romance

You were born with seven moons,
but I'm your first planet, and you met me on Bollywood Boulevard.

You could also call it love in a bucket.

Am I your map?
Are you my panther?
Am I your planet panther tantra?

Glass

love turns into glass

love turns into glass

i am ash of your ash of your ashes

glass of your glass

Was Geronimo an Orange?

Was Geronimo an orange?
I saw an orange painting of him with a pocky complexion even.
Unstoppable gigantic
orange rolling down on Yankee soldiers,
orange
crazy for revenge, revenge infinite, infinite revenge.

Bullfrog

                                                                                          photo: Pentti Sammallahti
Bullfrog says he's as
big as the moon, and
how do you know he isn't?

Jonah

Most of us are amateurish masturbators.

We want Jonah to throw up the whale!
Bake my ghost!
Tweak my heehaw!

What we really need is multiple urethras!
What we really need is a trumpet voluntary!

But here we are, in our dark little rooms,
wheezing...

Here we are again, in our dark little rooms,
wheezing...

Post-Election Blues

What you wanted was a
rock'n'roll

Jesus who would
eat your creditors and
excrete codeine.

What you got was a hay-ride with
500 horny oldsters!

Eat my eggs!

Diet

Transmute drunks into umbras,
nausea into abasement, debutantes into butter, 
meerkats back into debutantes, butter back into butter.

Then what?

Then nothing!

No more drunks, umbras, nausea, or abasement!
No more debutantes!
No more butter!

Indus

My name is Khalid Irfan.
Today I woke up in Skardu.
Tonight I will sleep in Mohenjo-daro.
Five stars are my fathers.
Five rivers are my sons.

In the mists above Karachi,
how many droplets jostle and coalesce?
Contracts and marriage vows dissolved
by the law of water.

From Kang Rinpoche to Sapta Singhu,
water woven into wind,
wind woven into water,
blue into blue.

What I Learned in Iraq

Did you learn how to fly?

Yes, I learned how to fly,
and I learned that

none of us

can

be

purified,

except by torture and humiliation.

Roaches

I think with my feet!
Are you some kind of robot?
My heart is an artichoke!
I only exist in a Hollywood out-take!


I think roaches are cute!
They got three little crotches!
They talk in trochees!
They eat candy for breakfast!
I think with my feet!

Dirty Money

People talk about bribes and
"dirty money" on the radio
and what they don't
understand is that it's all
dirty money,
every god-damned dollar in the world.

The Whiskey Rebellion

From crack to whiskey and from whiskey to crack
From the poor shall everything be
Taken, even the little that they have
From crack to whiskey and from whiskey to crack

Blue Days in Paris

We were living in Paris like a regular 19th Century couple.
I'm a brat with a tuba and you're my
phantasmal masseuse!

Blue days in Paris!

Brutal runts and homuncular runes on the Champs-Élysées!
Cellophane opalescence of the cigarette-cafés and the
sauce-pan sarcasm of American super-moms!

I'm your euphonic copycat!
You're my astral recluse!

Bop-nabobs in the Metro and bombs in the suburbs!
Monumental ennui and the blood of unicorns!

Blue days in Paris!