Spidey in a didey
feeling high and mighty
yet a shadow of his former self.
web slinging superhero
with accuracy of zero
charm excuses aged lack of stealth.
If photography don't pay the bills
he can crouch on people's window sills.
He got himself a home health aid
at $20.95 an hour.
Someone to help him shave,
someone to give him a shower.
Now Spidey in a didey
feeling fresh and tidy
tries to join the fray.
Villains laugh and tease him
they know he cannot seize them
so easily they run away.
He sneaks around his filthy house
and tries to reach inside the blouse
of the teenage Mexican maid
(who gets $6.95 an hour)
someone for him to shave
someone for him to deflower.
2006
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
My Private Satan
I: The Betrayal
since that day I'm left to think
love flushed down the kitchen sink
and spite just overwhelms my mind
seems you were the hurting kind.
in and out the evening goes
without you my sorrow grows.
near the lake you struck the pose,
reflecting meek, a winter rose:
your petals brown, your psyche's black,
your thorns protect you from attack,
your stem that's arched across your back,
your tongue lashed out at what you lack.....me.
II: The Revelation
I choose today to reject all things human,
becoming an advocate of the great adversary of Christ.
I choose this moment to embrace my own pride, turning in on my essence.
I choose me and no one else. I'm watching out for myself.
I choose today to take a lover, to create a work of art and to tell many lies.
2002
since that day I'm left to think
love flushed down the kitchen sink
and spite just overwhelms my mind
seems you were the hurting kind.
in and out the evening goes
without you my sorrow grows.
near the lake you struck the pose,
reflecting meek, a winter rose:
your petals brown, your psyche's black,
your thorns protect you from attack,
your stem that's arched across your back,
your tongue lashed out at what you lack.....me.
II: The Revelation
I choose today to reject all things human,
becoming an advocate of the great adversary of Christ.
I choose this moment to embrace my own pride, turning in on my essence.
I choose me and no one else. I'm watching out for myself.
I choose today to take a lover, to create a work of art and to tell many lies.
2002
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
DYFS
He looks at her, and she at him
neither cares where the other has been
and they live off each other's self pity and loathing.
The trash piles up to the ceiling tiles
and tiny worms gather in putrid piles
all over her kitchen while all her children go hungry.
They fight and they frisk amongst themselves
and their trashy existence goes unparalleled
while their broken commode fills right up with faeces.
Her children become their own guillotine
and no one has nerve to just intervene
so their lack of morality and substance to life just worsens.
Into convulsions the two of them go
play off each other and both of them know
that soon it will end in an explosion of violence and hatred.
Sadly their peers go back to their lives,
solemnly Satan ascends and arrives
at the door of the couple and finally we see where they’re destined.
2000
neither cares where the other has been
and they live off each other's self pity and loathing.
The trash piles up to the ceiling tiles
and tiny worms gather in putrid piles
all over her kitchen while all her children go hungry.
They fight and they frisk amongst themselves
and their trashy existence goes unparalleled
while their broken commode fills right up with faeces.
Her children become their own guillotine
and no one has nerve to just intervene
so their lack of morality and substance to life just worsens.
Into convulsions the two of them go
play off each other and both of them know
that soon it will end in an explosion of violence and hatred.
Sadly their peers go back to their lives,
solemnly Satan ascends and arrives
at the door of the couple and finally we see where they’re destined.
2000
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Dweller
Honestly, you cannot sit around and watch everything get covered up in jelly.
Certainty that you won't lift a finger, the toilet bowl within a ring of dry piss.
Blood pressure climbing to ceiling, I can't stand much more of you.
Static noise, my ears hear grisly laughter. My eyes are seeing only white.
Anger swells, it's pouring out through action.
I swing my axe, your arm falls in the cat dish.
1998
Certainty that you won't lift a finger, the toilet bowl within a ring of dry piss.
Blood pressure climbing to ceiling, I can't stand much more of you.
Static noise, my ears hear grisly laughter. My eyes are seeing only white.
Anger swells, it's pouring out through action.
I swing my axe, your arm falls in the cat dish.
1998
Friday, August 22, 2008
Yuletide Remembrance
I: Nadir
She came at midnight,
In the winter of my bleakest days,
On my weakest day.
Leaving behind a certain smile
That widened with the sun,
As it arced across the sky.
That motherless child danced me across the night.
II: Ascent
She knew what I did not,
and it turned my stomach sour
with butterflies of lead
Set free within this plot,
As the minutes became hours,
to rise up to my head.
III. Apex
And then she lit the candles,
sweet ecstasy in storm;
Arched back reflects in shadow
the beauty of her form.
And the colors of her halo,
they glistened in the light.
Imaginings of love
pervade the darkest night.
What leads to such a perfect moment
bathed in pagan bliss?
So much has changed, but yet remains,
from one enchanted kiss.
1995, 2008
She came at midnight,
In the winter of my bleakest days,
On my weakest day.
Leaving behind a certain smile
That widened with the sun,
As it arced across the sky.
That motherless child danced me across the night.
II: Ascent
She knew what I did not,
and it turned my stomach sour
with butterflies of lead
Set free within this plot,
As the minutes became hours,
to rise up to my head.
III. Apex
And then she lit the candles,
sweet ecstasy in storm;
Arched back reflects in shadow
the beauty of her form.
And the colors of her halo,
they glistened in the light.
Imaginings of love
pervade the darkest night.
What leads to such a perfect moment
bathed in pagan bliss?
So much has changed, but yet remains,
from one enchanted kiss.
1995, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Fishtown
I
“Yo man, what's going on?”
buddies buried an axe inside his head
in an attempt to get young Sweeney’s bread
now Sweeney’s dead, now Sweeney’s dead.
For Him Vampira Justina
lured young Sweeney
into the forgotten back lots
spinelessly teasing his cock.
His death blow dealt with a rock,
mindlessly dealt with a rock.
Brotherly love lies bleeding
in Filthadelphia.
Flesh eating dreams of a goth girl cannibal
taking her cues from the celluloid Hannibal,
disregard life in a manner mechanical,
a heartless marvel, a goddamn'd animal.
II
The policeman agreed the age of the brutalized corpse was unknown.
-done away, effortlessly
-teenage abandon
-inner city wilderness
“You set me up.”
Somewhere inside her shallow soul,
she saw the little fawn’s head,
gaping widely above its wild eyes,
turn to meet her stare with a look of bewilderment
before buckling at the knees
and lightly laying its head
on the hot pavement near her black toenails.
2007
“Yo man, what's going on?”
buddies buried an axe inside his head
in an attempt to get young Sweeney’s bread
now Sweeney’s dead, now Sweeney’s dead.
For Him Vampira Justina
lured young Sweeney
into the forgotten back lots
spinelessly teasing his cock.
His death blow dealt with a rock,
mindlessly dealt with a rock.
Brotherly love lies bleeding
in Filthadelphia.
Flesh eating dreams of a goth girl cannibal
taking her cues from the celluloid Hannibal,
disregard life in a manner mechanical,
a heartless marvel, a goddamn'd animal.
II
The policeman agreed the age of the brutalized corpse was unknown.
-done away, effortlessly
-teenage abandon
-inner city wilderness
“You set me up.”
Somewhere inside her shallow soul,
she saw the little fawn’s head,
gaping widely above its wild eyes,
turn to meet her stare with a look of bewilderment
before buckling at the knees
and lightly laying its head
on the hot pavement near her black toenails.
2007
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Mine
Tunnels within the smoldering earth
our known destination at moment of birth.
Our moments are lifetimes each meant to maintain
an unbroken chain from the surface to vein.
Only another mile
but still we manage to smile.
Sworn to forget sunshine
and bound to work forever
deep inside the mine.
Blackened, emerging from inside the hill,
campfire stories and meat on the grill.
Stories about near catastrophes--
like keeping the rock between us and the sea.
With a sputter of snot that shines with black and red
we descend through the shaft still high spirited.
And although Legion's many we shan't let them pass
tomorrow is Sunday, we will make the Mass.
2006
our known destination at moment of birth.
Our moments are lifetimes each meant to maintain
an unbroken chain from the surface to vein.
Only another mile
but still we manage to smile.
Sworn to forget sunshine
and bound to work forever
deep inside the mine.
Blackened, emerging from inside the hill,
campfire stories and meat on the grill.
Stories about near catastrophes--
like keeping the rock between us and the sea.
With a sputter of snot that shines with black and red
we descend through the shaft still high spirited.
And although Legion's many we shan't let them pass
tomorrow is Sunday, we will make the Mass.
2006
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Not Listening
Like some random nucleus
Always on, yet always off
And constantly surrounded
So live my thoughts
Inside of a shell
99% empty.
Nods indicate comprehension
But mine is a world of huh? and eh?
Like the lipid covered cell
Operating on selfish chemical interests
So live my thoughts
Waiting for sexy
Imprisoned in fat thickness
Inanimate in jelly.
When curiosity is piqued
Or the underbelly of my humour exposed
Or the dark edge of reality is apparent
My shell discharges, the fat folds
Select notions then pass over
And into the cavity
Where my brain resides.
Simple daily details
Painful memories
Important instructions
(uninteresting trifles)
Insincere praise
All bounce
Like radioactive decay
Off the shielded lead garrison,
The force field that is my skull.
Yes, my ears work
My eyes see
Not through this mist
Never in this dearth of interesting,
How could it in this green cloud of self regard?
So I muse
In a world of coulda, shoulda, woulda
In a fog of impracticality
Losing the games and races, Failing the drills
While you pull bravely and faultlessly ahead.
2008
Always on, yet always off
And constantly surrounded
So live my thoughts
Inside of a shell
99% empty.
Nods indicate comprehension
But mine is a world of huh? and eh?
Like the lipid covered cell
Operating on selfish chemical interests
So live my thoughts
Waiting for sexy
Imprisoned in fat thickness
Inanimate in jelly.
When curiosity is piqued
Or the underbelly of my humour exposed
Or the dark edge of reality is apparent
My shell discharges, the fat folds
Select notions then pass over
And into the cavity
Where my brain resides.
Simple daily details
Painful memories
Important instructions
(uninteresting trifles)
Insincere praise
All bounce
Like radioactive decay
Off the shielded lead garrison,
The force field that is my skull.
Yes, my ears work
My eyes see
Not through this mist
Never in this dearth of interesting,
How could it in this green cloud of self regard?
So I muse
In a world of coulda, shoulda, woulda
In a fog of impracticality
Losing the games and races, Failing the drills
While you pull bravely and faultlessly ahead.
2008
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