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.

Data

Who stole my soda?
Who stole my oats?

Who stole the sky and
my blue data?

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.



 

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!

Igloo

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

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.

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!

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.

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?

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.

Pumpkin

What if everything else is the same,
but every six turns into seven?

Would you need to know?
Would it show in your face,
if your face were a pumpkin?

Are you my pain?

Are you my Dad, or are you my dilaudid?
Are you my pain?

I asked for cocaine and you gave me a pumpkin!
Are you my pain?

Are you my prison?

Call from Mom

"Let me tell you what
   time it is here in the
      Seychelles," she says...

Seven years since I
  heard your voice in a goddamned seashell
     and you're still the same
         silly girl
              lamb of God
                  talking clock

S/Z

I'm supposed to meet an upper-case seductress
on the 69th page of this book.

Ess
over
zed,
baby!

Zed over ess!

Radio

Brain like a cheap radio
News from TokyoRomeBuenosAires
Sad tunes from Texas and Oklahoma...

Gossip from the stars somewhere
driving around in their dream cars.