haloes, they twirl off aspirations erasing perfumes, worldly contributions, trumpet echo thru windy melting morning
eagerness, like squirrels eating caffeine nuts, reeling 'round tough oaks while incredible metal leaves charade running waters, or massive erasures, oriental paper sky & our communications
vices scrape cigarettes pouring black glue hit on some excellent sulphur fume fingers are basically charcoal. we drill for months, our kids gush up, so much oil in the womb sperms the rivers of the world! oil yr naked breasts
for grandpa's moaning eyes, funny, he ain't got no more seed, & like a good girl you remember his old heart
WHITE BOY, WOBBLING, WHILE
poems with a red pen in blue notebook, paul's hangover grows mild, a tender green mold sweats off his forehead. he's thinking about sexy college girls, their pink & sky-blue panties in his mouth like a ton of gum. perfumed,
vaginal gum cause they want A's in creative- writing & paul is god of judgement. "yr panties, preferably the ones you're wearing now, use the bathroom, & i guarantee an A!" he discreetly explains. briefcase by his knee,
paul flips the latches & all the soft silk pours over his bare feet. smells their pink flesh flowers in bloom, yeah, classes of artistic literary geniuses, he nods. meanwhile, white boy was knifed too closely
to a stubby kidney overnight, blood unzipped from his skin, wobbling thru albany alleys he can't find help & he's losing air fast, he's hallucinating cats are terified nurses racing away & dumpsters are cauldrons of bodies
boiling. paul hears white boy banging somewhere behind garages, figures it's cats, white boy collapses on broken glass, shards puncture his white face, life swoops off from the pool of blood like a well-fed crow.
paul notes lyn tastes absolutely luscious.
(from Buggering The American Mammal, ©1991)
THE STATE OF THE UNION
fucking with the FCC's most innocent loop-hole. anal republican thought inside stinky think-tanks the men relish free scotch & a taste of cocaine on break, thinking of a bill to regulate american hedonism for the richest american hedonists' pleasures as kinky as shaved
lambs & lesbians who get as they're sliced. a president's exploding side of the head splatters like stew puke across the seats of a car & 30 years pass with more questions than birds bust from eggs. oh processional committees & mavericks digging at facts
produced a dead john kennedy in dallas & the general disintegration of america begin fast-speed as battlements bloom in lilac courtyards, cannons hurl black balls & brother scalps brother insanely bleeding to death in the woods for strictly historical reason. sitting-bull never broken,
but dead as dirt nonetheless.