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Who Cast The Rock?
Who cast the rock?
Whom shall I mock?
He’s got no face,
Just empty space,
And stones thrown
All over the place.
The Feast
These grapes sore quench my thirst,
Burst blood-red within my breast.
Best kill the fatted lamb for another beast,
Least bring me fare that may satisfy.
Cry foul this invitation forced to honor,
Whore-son the butler, gruesome the cutlery,
Deviltry the host who will not show.
Go I then without a lasting trace?
Face me first, I pray thee, please.
What Were You Thinking?
Silence,
Are you listening?
We see your myriad eyes
As we sleep.
You are watching.
Can you pity,
As we?
Do you know that
Cats eat mice?
Mice eat birds.
Birds eat worms.
Worms have no bones
But eagerly consume them.
(Leprosy eats cats)
Why then are you smiling
Like a crocodile?
And these tepid tears?
Do you pleasure
In our doom?
We know how
To kill, too.
We would roast you
On a steel spit,
Slit open your guts,
Spill blood and bowels,
Hang the cold heart
On a hook,
Roast that speechless tongue,
Have the skin for a book.
Why did you give us pity?
Allah Smiles Tonight
Allah smiles tonight
With a jaundiced eye,
Too blind to consider the maxims,
Too stingy to bestow a flask of oil
To anoint the gaping wounds
His scimitar has slashed wide open.
Allah’s smile is barbed tonight,
Another wakeful night wresting
With his magnate bearing, his knavery,
Indulgent in the impunity of power,
Licking his lower lip in lustrous denial -
His only innuendo, a reflection of his fiery soul.
Funny Man
Is it really some sleight of hand
That makes this spinning globe stand,
And pits nation against nation?
(There’s never been an explanation)
Your broad lips never spoke
Of this silly side show.
But I would like to know.
I never understood the joke.
Inventor
Inventor, tormentor,
What of being sent,
Rent,
Bent,
Discontent?
What is meant?
Repent!
Blasphemy
Oh, God!
The ephemeral,
Hollowed be
Thy name.
Thy will,
Be done!
Shall i kiss
Your ass
Some more?
Shore up
Blessings for another life -
Win a deal
With my zeal,
Shall not covet,
Shall not steal?
And if piety
Doesn’t turn out
Just right,
Will you burn
Me for being
The monster
i feel?
i wouldn’t trade
Places with you -
Seems you should
Be in hell too,
Cursed like me.
Well, where
Do you think
i’ve been
‘Til now?
Perdition can’t be
Much worse.
In any case,
This ain’t heaven.
And i can’t see
How kingdom come
Will make things even.
Halo
Heigh-ho!
Hail, oh,
Hollow
Hellhole!
My birth
To earth
Decry!
No worth
Am I!
Hello!
Hell, lo!
Hell, oh,
How low!
storm chief
blame rain
on clouds
clouds on storm
storm on
storm chief
cold pelting
trunk shuddering
wing tearing
wickedness wearing
contempt relentlessly
viciousness violently
thunderbolt making
sinister creator
you
Own Up
Excuse me,
but who’s in
charge here?
Is there anything
that might soothe
these scars?
I’ve tried all
the advice -
second sight,
come around,
go around,
birds in flight.
(Geese honking
on an icy day
are nice but
hardly suffice)
And there’s no ointment
in the stars – nothing works,
no remedies do.
Everything misses
the point.
Isn’t anyone going
to own up
to this?
Demons
Demons, Demons,
Demons of deep despairs,
Who stain the sight of morning sun
With black and gloomy lairs,
Will bind and lead a sickened soul
Down dark and winding stairs,
And drag a heart in heavy chains,
To hell’s most dire nightmares.
Vengeance Is Mine
My favorite demon,
Your terrible semen
Made this hell that I’ll get you for!
Your favorite birth,
Your fine daughter Earth,
Is a foul universal whore!
All your fair creatures,
Your horrible features,
Better know what’s in store!
I’ll come back as thunder,
And mow them all under,
Leave their twisted up flesh in a mound!
I’ll come back as water,
And drown your fair daughter,
Leave an ocean of waste all around!
I’ll come back as fire,
And burn you, damn liar,
Leave a blanket of ash on the ground!
Until I get to,
I won’t forget you,
Until you have your pain!
Until I do,
Until I’m through,
I have the comfort of being insane.
Objection From The Bottom Of The Pit
Did you think there was anything more
Than the moment of your suffering?
Set aside the lore.
A little pain, a bit of flesh – it is all you are!
You are dying. You have always been dying.
No heed is given to the grief you are crying.
What would heaven’s truth tell
Of the legendary buffeting
Of the fallen star?
The truth is you have already seen hell.
It is your flesh. What greater punishment
Than horror and banishment?
From the bottom of your soul, yell,
And never cease until your time is through.
God, damn you!
You, damn God!
Damn you, God!
Damn God, you!
Worm Berries
"Worm Berries," the Ama guide said,
Brushing the other’s hand away,
The white clusters pale and pure
In the dying rays of second eve.
"Edible? Well, quite palatable in tea -
I’ve been told though never dared try -
Embyros, you see? Legions in each!
Microscopic ’till they reach intestines,
Then they grow like no other known!
No pain at all, just numb toes
And warm repose when the roots
Find the nerves. Then it’s done -
Seen a lot of fine bushes growing from
What were once fine friends.
May I suggest a different snack tonight
If it’s all the same to you?"
Therefore
When I no longer think,
What am I to be?
The Bottom Line
Pontius Pilate asked,
"What is truth?"
And Jesus answered
With silence.
Zombie
Are you alive or dead?
Zombie,
Can you see?
Is there anything in your head?
Are you void of pain,
Has it numbed your brain,
And turned your senses to sand?
What animates your hand,
And sustains your breath -
Your living death?
Volcano
I really shouldn’t say,
But I think that you will find
The fire in my brain
Is driving me insane.
It’s burning up my mind
In a crazy way.
The pressure is going to overload,
The molten anger soon explode.
Don’t you wonder,
Like raging thunder,
When it’s going to blow?
Don’t ask me. I don’t know.
Rape Me
Shape me. Fake me.
Wind me like a piece of thread.
Rape me. Take me.
Beat me ’till my skin is red.
Drape me. Shake me.
Hit me like a ton of lead.
Scrape me. Wake me.
Tear out all the thoughts from my head.
I’m just a piece of meat.
Trample me beneath your feet.
Rape me. Take me.
Use me until I’m dead.
I’m A Train
I’m a train! I’m a train! I’m a train!
I’m a train!
Woo! Woo!
Get out of my way!
I’m insane! I’m insane! I’m insane! I’m insane!
You! You,
Better not stay!
You can try to pull the brake.
You can show me my mistake.
But you can’t…stop the train,
‘Cause it’s loose…in my brain…
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I’m a train!
I’m a train!
I’m a train!
I’m a train!
I’m insane!
No!
Get out of my way!
I’m a…I’m a…I’m a…train!
Oh!
Watch me steam away!
A train is loose…
here comes the caboose…..
Montage From A Madman’s Mind
flashbacks in a supermarket line
smell of cottage cheese
moronic woman with a magazine
ornery usher in a movie theater
hey, asshole, leave the kid alone
drone of horseflies
spring melt at Willow Flats
squirrels dodging M-16 bullets
cobwebs in the fruit cellar
just get the hell out
move move move
Cambodian strip girl
harem dancers shaking
jingle of sacrament trays
breath of a drunken barfly
feel of dog shit between my toes
a look of rejection
passing face of a friend of a used lover
fat fish-seller with a maroon tub of mackerel
amusement at the foreigner
no front teeth
jade celadon run under an overloaded bus tire
the smell of Christmas eve
white-haired countenance of old man benevolence
angels singing on high
alleluia
glory be
from sea to shining sea
this is not my street
too far from home
just take the goddamn money
my hands don’t bend that way but fit together neatly
I SEE CLEARLY NOW
give
said the little stream
redneck farmer in a bad suit
and if I don’t hurt her she’ll do me no harm
ignorant suspicion
intercom from the principal’s office
the people’s party has found you guilty of treason
fold your arms, young man
reverently
quietly
torture is the mainstay of our diet in
paradise
I pledge allegiance to the flag
blow that trombone, band boy
dumb nigger can’t tie his combat boots
take your beating like a man
I didn’t break the fat man’s lights,
but I crushed his toilet in retribution
a scout is trustworthy
how many ways can I cheat on a merit badge
gum machine in a German train station
a hell of a roundhouse
I can kick the sky
there is no pain
the blisters have healed
good boy good dog
an Iranian girl with thick lips and a seductive gaze
musty scent of magazines under the bushes of a middle
school
not another peep out of you
peep
silent walk to the execution chamber
drive in the president’s car
to the end of the hall
the face of dark sarcasm
IMPORTANT MAN behind the desk
fuck you
Jesus wants me for a sunbeam
I’ve seen a head come off
like cow tongues in trays
singed dogs in a restaurant alley
you wake up in the morning at a quarter to five
and brush your teeth
just brush your teeth
if I had a gun, I would use it
now
stop the music
the moon is asymmetrical relative to the
porch rail
The Leak In The Dam
The maniac forgot to duck,
And found himself a bit moonstruck.
It knocked his marbles down a well,
And made a crack form in his bell.
Now the bats are in his belfry.
And the smoke won’t go up his chimney.
And his ducks are swimming willy-nilly.
And the Bedlamites are acting really silly.
Someone forgot the back gate latch.
They did not close the booby hatch.
They left a screw loose in the wall,
And a screwball took a doting fall.
The madlings must have been around,
Broke the lock without a sound.
The cuckoo sang a crackpot tune,
A wacky cry like a crack-brain loon.
The bug house door swung open wide.
The ravers all raved free outside.
It was fun time at the funny farm.
A hare brain rang a fire alarm.
The neurotics were feeling paranoid
Of ding-a-lings they should avoid.
But they danced all day with the gaga wacks,
Stepped on bricks, and watched for cracks.
And the nuts all played a mad card game.
But the cards they had were all the same.
So they couldn’t win and they couldn’t loose.
They could only draw short straws to choose
Which nut could never go back in
The non compos at the loony bin.
No more room for the psychopath.
No more asylum from his wrath.
It was too late for Tom O’ Bedlam.
Too late to stop the leak in the dam.
Dark Side Of The Moon
I’ll meet you on the dark side of the moon.
I’ll be going there soon,
To a quiet corner of the sky.
The time is drawing nigh.
Soon the dam will thunder open wide.
The lunatic, free to run outside,
Will dance a jig upon the grass
And wait for the afternoon to pass.
The lunatic is going to dance.
The lunatic is going to prance.
The evening shadows shall certainly enhance
The changing direction of his trance.
Soon the thoughts are going to flood,
Foreboding waves come crashing down.
The lunatic must swim or drown.
He’ll bathe his troubles all in blood.
The lunatic cannot stay.
The lunatic must go away.
He has to leave. He has to run.
The grass and flowers, at last, have won.
I am going to fly.
I am never going to die.
I’m going to hide from the sun.
Very soon now, it should be done.
And when your time is through,
You can join me too.
Together we will sing out of tune.
I’ll meet you on the dark side of the moon.
Mother
She bore,
Should have
Dropped me
On the floor -
Let me be
Unborn
As before.
How
Could she
Adore,
Another
Minute more,
The misery
She bore?
Go To Sleep, My Little Baby
Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry.
Go to sleep, my little baby.
Shadows creep, up from the deep,
Come to take away my baby.
The sun will cease. Rest in peace.
Go to sleep, my little baby.
Cold, wet, earth to cradle your birth -
Off to sleep now, little baby.
Hush-a-bye, all things die.
Go to sleep, my little baby.
Siren
Sweet bringer of ominous calm,
I listen diligently for thy distant call,
Prepared soul-through to take the final fall,
Wrapped irrevocably in thy alluring balm.
For thy seductive embrace I long!
Siren, save me from this sea of sadness!
Serenade me softly to peaceful madness!
Intone my destiny with lips of silent song.
Dictate Of Oblivion
O dictate of oblivion, master of eternal never,
Almighty judge, omnipotent magnate,
Damn my wretched being to fate -
This existence expiring in a rush towards forever.
Blind are my eyes to all but your face.
I await your dreadful kiss,
Your utter embrace -
Precarious my soul, resigned to totter at the edge of the abyss!
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