Rants Fucky fucky a little frazzled a ha a so.so what sew chemical gardens in you e pissed of nightengale you reap what ypou sew in your garden of eden garden of garden of toys garden of modern day tool Tooling down the raod in a ram rod gehtto blaster plastered on god knows what yes yes Yeah So beatufil just lkie you just like ihigh as kite like who knows what Beauty beauty sad all over sad face about to die you were once someone’s daughter but now I must make you part of carpet Paint the white walls with a sprouting you And I decided right then that I was going to give o love freely to las vegas So beautiful like the sky paint the sky pant trhough the panties of jesuys Panting through the panties of jesus The window sees clearly what you do and there is no more escape Your paretns and the cops round you up as you pour ypurself into a vase And disappear into the egg like dawn I give you vision Bitch with legs, I give yo vision You see clear like the ocean See gray like the ocean And the world will disappear when you do Derath is death lemon is lemon and the oranges will pucker up and kiss as the flowers live on all around us and die a slow death od passion and firw and smoldering sky smoke blowing it all up Scraed asa\\\ Scared sacred sacrificial lamb Throw it up to heaven and hope they like what we offer If not, the canteloupe might lsiten If not, Kiss your own buutt cheeks And dance on the edge of your seat whuile we all egt wiped out Wipped What, what, he said. She said. The words booming around the boomerange of buildings, wide open space. Like a death chant being blown around in the wind. Wet shispers coming their way Coming the way By way Of rolling friehgt train Transistor radio Radial help Round upo the upo Both ends up the upo Standing on end All the hirs the hairs on my back ra! His and hers Matching his and hers sets of intestine Okay I loved you so much I could have killed you. I did. You rolled on through the grave and into the soil and now we feel you every time the plastic earth moves. Every time the plaster caster rolls up a fine fink of a lemon lime appendage. I rejoice. Haunted by your image. Images of. Hollow headed you running into the trickling night as the body fluids of tommorrow spill over into dangerous thought. These thoughts are more trachourous than anything. Bringing the binge to and end. Life of a binge party in high gear in the sink. Passed out in the south end of heaven playing shirley temple tunes amojng the ruins of the ice-man. Eating killer grapes at the gates of the promise Does this make any sense to you, or am I just pleasing myself with insanity Do you grasp the tight ends of the world as it comes to a halt When you get ready to die, will shake and quiver like never before Or smile in a cynical kind of way, high on wine, giving your self the middle finger into your new age digital camera When you get ready to die, I will tame you I will maim you I will get you ready Stay ready Walk through the hall. Reveals blood stained carpet crimson. And then, there you are stark white naked in the butt in the bottom of the feeding whole th eboob tube tubular round spehrical squatre red whit eyellow handsome, beauty, pretty sap Sap it ipoituy of me out of me out of me So this is So this is it it the train ride into the dark the lmnoely the lnoney train ride into the dark lket us ride ittogether because together we can make it long enough to enjoy the madenss of the mad 10 million wild faces scrwaming in the dark the damp the deprive oh oo hell h e double hockey sticks Somehow this is the wild the wild the hob knob of th flob Silver is silverado in the wild dust of the west Gun shot shoot o O gun shot shoot O shoot me in your prism O slap me with you nickle Winky Someday I am mad Out the window the people chirp My computer is supposed to be my friend but I cannotwork without a 14 point font. Without it, words wither into the dust and get forgotton foreveror Fever T fever T T is for tap! Tap your toes to the lovely music Tapping he rtoes to the lovely music and I wanted to strangle her into another world. Yellow blue punk rock teonails, You were once your mother’s daughter but I have to take it away The needle you danhgle and sucking the corpse, all silent and sweet and painting the white walls with the color of your body while the hot night city wails in the background Right then, right there You and I decide We going to love las vegas We Or wherever We Going to be And gold god help us along the way So be it While I wait on the dege of my seat for something to happen Cannot say that I mind Christ haning o on in my kitchen Someomne cut him down and spare me the datail Fade in to the walls It’s about time you held yourself hostage for at least one night -break- The most horrific can be the most beautiful, because it can be the truth You beautiful there Because of your immaculate horror at the hands of the world Well channel it Into something or someone great I can see you, clear as the ocean above you, while the white walls drool you. Spit you out of yourself and onto some paper page. Young girl there, standing among the blood pools, kicking it all up with a wild laugh. Point/counterpoint People gagging and choking on forbidden fruit At party of intense intellectual discussion Whole group looks up at me for my response Sweeping it all away and under Making my sweetheart part of the carpet Words then wither into the dust and get forgotten forever Western world/civilization reflects blood on the carpet stain Thus spake the carpet stain writes The rug plays virtuoso on the whistle whets Wittle bunny rabbit sticks a steak knife into the toaster and demands a carrot/because vitamin A is good for vision/go get some glasses you moron/ The rabbit never listens, and I should really twist his wittle head off. Most people? Nope never He sits in his cell and plays with visions of beastiality The usual gatherings bore me as I sit in my cell and reflect Upon the things that get said and done to get past certain parts of human tension I am the one and only at this party that bleeds true Make my sweetheart part of the carpet And sweep it all away She is the is is the it And the only one Or the only thing Or the only record of my every indiscretion At these times when it is hard enough To keep my own mouth shut about All the troubled things that I think That I do That I say That I am The evidence really stacks up against me When I have someone else around to witness me in all of my valiant madness Calendar: Pick up a shovel for valentine’s day And make my sweetheart part of the carpet Don’t worry, honey: It’s not me, It’s just my writing So beatufil just lkie you just like ihigh as kite like who knows what Raging waters of beauty Beauty so beauty it blows the mind My mind laying un covered On busy urban sidewalk Pick apart Like map of venice Or guide to vegas Or splattered all over like the dead fart winds with their star on Hollywood Blvd. Beauty be bullshit Beauty be real Lots of people thought elvis was beauty But his music died on the porcelain angel Gag throat full throttle with sedatives And his last piece of king-like evidence floating behind him Just like jesus christ Just like whatever Beauty beauty splatter all over Splatter the walls in some gray fury Wiping the dust from our cobwebs Wiping the wind from behind our backs Sailing on to a new New A new yes that does not know the spoiled spill from razor happy face A new fresh A new frozen A new grilled cheap milling hag A hag that shout from hell, in her spear bag gut The way that the kerosene runs down her long neck and into tit and tattoo Sparkling vacuum vagina I hope she makes it back alive from her bath Bathed in sparks Opening my arms and orgasm to the river of doubt I am going to douse you in kerosene, my love I am going to bite my lip and drown us both in flames, my love I am going to donate our intestines to science, my love I am going to make you part of the ground and thus put my better half to sleep The wall in front of me is white and it dances with pink lions Sweet sweet hellfire Sweet sweet so tender and so true We can make song together Vocal chorals that burn the night That stick to lung Words that stick to your lungs Like a vietnam hot silence Slices your heart into half Slices your tweeked out soul To orange dust Mellow craving orange -gasm sapping the tits of the young early on sucking on the energy of the empire and fueling a hellish warmth that buzzes chemical good so good, forget the night forget the lasting memory lingering childish scream into your tunnel down deep so far, no way to articulate ‘sides making abstract gesture in order to convey some meaning to someone which usually flies away overhead like crapping birds in the air mellow sounds tunneling their way into mind fired warm and sweet aromatic and aged fine wine like a drifting cognac feeling breeze cigar feeling, tobacco buzz what of it? Who walked between good and evil Who walked between the sun and the moon and the rock On the side of the ocean Th In off the lake The silent vertabrae The silent speed scapes Scapes of land Scape of ocean tide coming like water is to wet I jumped into the painting And as we fornicated, a million blue butterflies flew from my ass Each thrust producing new spawn of cacoon like fervor Dance with me margarita breath Your song your your The apples and peaches and pears in a basket around you Dumped into hell and so forth My eagle cry, my blood fly, my hollow lie Hollow apollo where you at Red river red rum red rum red jack knife Bag full of Poems full of jack knife memory Bring it on the night and so forth Regardless of the much to my chagrin • TOP