Dead-hearted, sex-frustrated human counterfeits
(pretended males whose flabby breasts protrude like
shabby tassels on a stripper’s cheapened tartlet tits,
and female impersonators sporting ersatz ‘beards’)
litter the earth like confetti on a bridegroom’s coffin;
ever willing to lick the boots and arses of the nabobs
who imagine they have power given from above.
Every one of them is whirling in a vortex spun by lies,
rejecting counsel and collaboration of the wise,
and void of any semblance of the truth… or love.
The Nazi Reich was seeded here by such as these;
when almost every one espoused the cause or Read the rest of this entry »
I am the poem that no one wants to read
the bird-shit on the washing on the line
the friend with whom your parents disagreed
the nips and tucks performed by Frankenstein
I am the wet dream junkie’s wishful thought
the stuff in which no human wants to tread Read the rest of this entry »
War, the wanton mascot of a catastrophic aeon;
disfigured, numb, decaying, steeped in slime.
Barely having climbed out from the swamp,
we dumbly think that if we don a suit and tie
we earn the right to peer down our noses at the
cockroaches and flies we claim in all our ersatz glory
to have overtaken long ago and left behind.
But we are worse by far than they will ever be, Read the rest of this entry »
They wanted me to be an arms manufacturer
from when I was just small and made of dough
which everybody thought they had a right
to mould into the image of their choice
(regardless of whatever I may voice or protest
with my body, mind or soul). “You don’t compete Read the rest of this entry »