so it came that the fruit fell
from the Tree of Knowledge
and I bit into it
you don't need me
to tell you how it tasted
but I will say it anyway
because I like to say things
shit
that is what it tasted like
whose fault is it
that i can only express myself
in the language of the sewer
is it yours? I wonder
is it the fault of
AMERICA????
one day we will be made
to stand before our God
and He will ask us
what we have done
and we will tell him:
"We ate only what you offered, Shit-Lord"
Friday, April 17, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
in target i became ashamed
In Target I became ashamed
when I saw the smiles of children
and the scorn of mothers
when I passed a mirror
and I saw clearly
my idiot face
a clown's hair
skinny jeans and v-neck tee
"Who decided you should be born?" asked the Universe
when I saw the smiles of children
and the scorn of mothers
when I passed a mirror
and I saw clearly
my idiot face
a clown's hair
skinny jeans and v-neck tee
"Who decided you should be born?" asked the Universe
highfather came to me in the night
Highfather came to me in the night. "Boy!" he said. "You are to have a servant. Choose between the cunning tiger and the mighty polar bear."
"Thank you, Highfather," I said. "Which shall I choose?"
"It shall be as you will it," came his reply.
"The tiger is agile and beautiful, lion-fierce and cheetah-swift," I said. "But the polar bear is a juggernaut, a titan of the arctic. Highfather, you ask too much! I cannot choose!"
"Then you will have neither," he said, and disappeared into the night.
"So be it," I said, choking bitter tears.
"Thank you, Highfather," I said. "Which shall I choose?"
"It shall be as you will it," came his reply.
"The tiger is agile and beautiful, lion-fierce and cheetah-swift," I said. "But the polar bear is a juggernaut, a titan of the arctic. Highfather, you ask too much! I cannot choose!"
"Then you will have neither," he said, and disappeared into the night.
"So be it," I said, choking bitter tears.
Friday, February 27, 2009
to truly love a woman
to truly love a woman
you must be able to look her
straight in the asshole
and not be sick
you must be able to look her
straight in the asshole
and not be sick
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
the grey goose
we sit, naked
on top of my covers
drinking the Grey Goose we stole
straight from the bottle
it is two in the morning
we are reading politics blogs
you like to say
that we are neither of us beautiful
I say
we both are
on top of my covers
drinking the Grey Goose we stole
straight from the bottle
it is two in the morning
we are reading politics blogs
you like to say
that we are neither of us beautiful
I say
we both are
Monday, October 13, 2008
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