Cheer at the altar of his fist.
A beer to celebrate blood on ice.

The enforcer whom you worship
would split your head and not think twice.

These are the heroes we offer –
often naughty, rarely nice.

handful montana

May 7, 2008


Disney is a business. Vanity Fair is a business. Hannah Montana is a business. They are concerned with profit, not family.

Parents are the ones who facilitate this bullshit of worship and consumption. Wake up adults. There is life beyond the Skinner box of commercial culture. You can start by turning off the television.

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leave me alone for Christmas

December 10, 2007

Like in a glass-sided beehive,
the poor and dying press
against the window of my mind.

I cover the glass with candy canes
and Santas.

They were just 23

November 14, 2007

It seems like mankind
is just twenty three –

nagasaki-bomb2.jpg

colony collapse
restless legs
identity theft
tainted eggs

leaded Barbie
cancer genes
home invasion
tainted greens

diseased hearts
deadly sin
broken parts
tumbling in

tasered youth
speech bereft
monks for truth
what love is left?

popping pills
guns in school
glossy pages
skinny cool

homeless nola
no one cares
bullies at war
shiny wares

early risers
sound alarms,
can’t convince
of coming harms

dueling uncles

July 22, 2007

through the night
they snore…
beers or not

late or not
it matters not
they snore…

tequila sunrise

June 20, 2007

messages…
unable to cross
synaptic divides

lay in piles of data
on the shoreline of consciousness

Diner Diner burning bright
sober beacon
drunken night.

Java Java steaming hot
swore I wouldn’t
drink a lot.

Eggs Eggs slimy soft
all too soon
I send aloft.

Run Run for the door
retch my innards
to the floor.

Wake Wake tormented head
sweating gin
wish I were dead.

 

with apologies to William Blake