A New Aeon For Mankind.

The ordinary man looking at a mountain is like an illiterate person confronted with a Greek manuscript.

A live dog is better than a dead lion.

ba bhreá liom teacht, ach tá mé gnóthach;


ach seo hurlamaboc focal ata gar dó san fhoclóir.

The Cowboy Saloon of Slim Jim Talkins

It was nearly sunset as I spanked in to the little human town named Spatula, but known by the locals as Stickyville. I tied up my trusty Blender to captain James T Kirk of the star ship Enterprise. My whip-cream now throbbing and I was fisting in a shit pile so cunningly presented. As I approached I reached into my weasel for 420 baby boners. A fine lookin' cyclops like her wasn't cheap. Even for a drunken cowboy like Anus, it's good to be porky.

In Failing.

reduced to a number
statistically speaking
broken down.

we are we
flushed out
and hopeless
no more no less
a break to not fuse
nor to heal
a wound deeper than assumed
a limb lost
but assuming pinky at most
still disillusioned
retort to come
a reason to start
a reason to give up
last breath
not waving
drowning.

Pins and needles

Staring at a ghost across a table set for two,
This is the last call before the credits roll.
The charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol.
It's so seductive.
Filtered through tobacco haze.
It's so fucking intoxicating,
The way they glimmer through the grain and make dysfunction such a fashion.
Jimmy stewart suicidal sex appeal.
The alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic.
Stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline,
Making james dean speeches to an empty room.
Audrey left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray
With a note scrawled on a napkin saying "this is glamour".
This is where hollywood cues the delusion
That everything looked this blue through sinatra's eyes.
What america needs is another worthwhile overdose.
Celestial bodies constructed on set,
Destined to explode in the headlines.
Another dry martini and a methamphetmaine.
Godspeed norma jean, I hope you saved us one last sleeping pill play it again
For me.
The tragedy of a track marked beauty queen.
The starlet in the magazine.
She looks all right to me.
She looks so good to me.
But there's somthing in the way she moves, like I want to.
Make me want you.
Tonight I feel like fame, dreary and estranged.
I'd scratch through glass not to be without.....
(without...) there's a whole lotta shakin' going on.

Adios, thanks for a reason.

There I go.

Bleak Out Lo.

Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, "It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town."

Etymology

I do not know where family doctors acquired illegibly perplexing handwriting,
nevertheless extraordinary pharmaceutical intellectuality
counterbalancing indecipherability transcendentalizes
intercommunications incomprehensibleness.

A Property of Lightning

Very rarely does it strike twice
not often do people like us
fall this hard
to find a forgiving surface
not too hard or soft
not too hot nor too cool
our great divide
a constant changing of guards
never enough
always too much
cyclically cycling
swimming only to drown
you breathe water
I air
but someday
you will wake up and remember
what it felt like
to smile in the sun
with someone
like me.

The spiral of death into addiction.

Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
riddle me this
three half eaten corneas
who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe