DON’T WORRY WE’RE NOT GOING TO BURY YOU OR COOK YOU
going to inflate you like that Pink Floyd pig
permit you to float away
(+) when the detectives knock on the door, I’ll make up a lie
Tag: surreal poetry
——BOB DYLAN SEEMS PROUD OF HIS DEFIANT LIFESTYLE. HAVING SURVIVED MALENESS FOR 80 YEARS. “I’VE ALWAYS STRESSED THE NEED FOR RESURGENT MALENESS IN AMERICA.”——
WHAT MAN POSES FOR THE RESURGENT MALENESS POSTER ?
not me. I sit alone crying, listening to Nick Cave sing “push the sky away”
the imagined values outside the walls, outside our skins
the cult of Modern America, our futuristic flying cars, pessimistic nutrition
and occasionally a hairball coughed up from 1965
——I RECALL WHAT EVE SAID TO ADAM AFTER THEIR FIRST SEXUAL ENCOUNTER: “I WOULD HAVE ENJOYED IT MORE HAD YOU ENJOYED IT LESS”——
YOU WON’T FIND THAT IN ANY READER’S DIGEST BIBLE
genitals
absence or presence
God approved
with the Shadow adding fear and envy
——COMMONALITY, TO ONE OF APPREHENSIVE DISTANCE——
PRAYING THE DOWNFALL LIFTED, THE WATER TAMED
the evening news:
all that was and more
many others bound and twisted
constant reports of primordial darkness
automobile-like submerged and frightening
15 minutes after the Ark landed on Mount Ararat
Yahweh had steam coming out his ears—He was upset
——JUST ONCE I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE IT OUT OF THE BOX IN THE HALL CLOSET AND JAB IT FOR MY PLEASURE——
JAB IT FOR ME AND NO ONE ELSE
not one thought of time of day
or day of month
to hell with neighbors hearing
or people down the block gossiping
to hell with birth control
or unpleasant smells
to hell with me on top
or you on top
or dealing with the wet spot
——SHE SAID, “WHEN YOU REACH DOWN THERE BEWARE THE MIMICKING PORTS, ONE IS CONTAGION, THE OTHER TOLERABLE”——
VARIOUS SPHERES OF LIFE EXISTED IN EDEN
Adam, courteous and caring
Eve, loving and full of amusement
God, mysterious and distant
creation seemed like a debt
waiting to be repaid
Adam and Eve had self-knowledge
Adam had witness to being masculine
Eve had witness to being female
there were procedural guidelines
the Assailant was there also
it was true to its nature
each morning
direct dealings
with the deceiver
interaction lead to transgression
Adam and Eve painfully tossed to the curb
the daily tics and mannerisms no longer pleasing
——BARBAROUS AGE AFTER BARBAROUS AGE, PLACEBO TOWN CAN NEVER ESCAPE SIN OR ITS PHYSICAL DEBT, THE SKIN OF SODOMY ALWAYS ON DISPLAY——
ACROSS THE RIVER, HADES IS VISIBLE
newcomers hold their hands over their ears trying to draw sound from silence
the hollowed emptiness of the soul, the hum of death faded away
——ONE DAY OVER AT BOB DYLAN’S HOME HE SHOWED EVERYONE HIS MOST CHERISHED POSSESSION, THE ARK OF THE COVENANT WHEREIN WAS A GOLDEN POT AND AARON’S ROD WHICH HAD BUDDED——
I was the only person who got the vapors
I could smell the promise of eternal inheritance
redemption in a pool of blood
the errors paid in full
30 MINUTES AFTER BOB DYLAN’S BIRTHDAY GATHERING
PLACEBO TOWN: SOUP KITCHEN STREET
half way around the final curve of reciprocated love
a trivial sex life playing in a near-empty cinema
ambling through daydreams of walking upright
the phone ringing, curious magazines
begging for photographs
would I bend over
for a close-up ?
dreams about having a packed suitcase
ready for a quick getaway
met a new man today
fabulous shoes
long, long toes
he was like the best cigarette I ever smoked
instantly I was charmed and crazy in love
how divine to combine adrenalin
and pure meth from a lab
twice, the Olympic stud
(+) I heard him in the bathroom weeping
——BRING OUT THE ADONIS-LIKE MAN SO HE MAY BE SACRIFICED——
FOR ONLY THEN WILL THE GATES OF HEAVEN OPEN
We turn our backs to Christ
and we long for him
it is so difficult to reflect on the past
to be honest about shortcomings
to express failure without heartbreak
what man or woman stands tall
and confesses to be a monster
to have produced monster children
we fail to harvest, we rape
our intellectual imagination
harbored in the ports
of animal sex and violence
our Attendant Spirits are no longer clean
if necessary, within a dance-drama I sing
BRING OUT THE ADONIS-LIKE MAN
SO HE MAY BE SACRIFICED
CONVERSATIONAL POETRY 