and you know you're nowhere near a tally
no great spot grape
no wanderer's alley
and yet you still pick the peppers
off the rich girls' picnics
at least you're still sad about the
non-Algonquin tomorrows
at least you still weep about that loss
with your imported Asian girlfriend
who you accidentally impregnated
and now you're trying to find time
to spend with her
as you bus yourself (and your talent) around
in this metal kleenex of a van
to show mermaids
you mean business
Fresh from Gethsemane in a bony traitor's outfit
Ain't it so that all who come here
view this as a glorified nightclub
that couldn't afford the best local talent
and instead settlled for firebrand hypocrites?
no wonder so many CHRISTIANS DIG THE ROCK MUSIC
for Gods sake, that's what he was peddling
and they rightly shunned him
lets face it
his rock music may have been good
JUDAS ON THE SHAWM AND ALL
but really perfectly edited.

I mean,
we let our cities go to waste
we let our people be brainwashed into oblivion.
When we err on the side of divinity
will somone let us know?
Will someone let us know
when there are grapes for us to eat?
will we know they're for us?
are there stones they'll make for us
so attractive
we can't resist
hurling them at our frineds?
will we be allowed to walk on sidewalks?
will we fear our family's safety
will we walk blind into a room
where strippers strut
and be happy
for ever?

that's the best it'll be?
if we raise our voices in protest
will we be answered by silence?
or worse, laugter?
is it a shame I'm so drunk?

will we ever fight for this?
what if there's no glory?
how many have sacrificed themselves
for some cause most know nothing about?
WHERE IS THEIR REWARD?
in heaven?
where gods spew venom
on those who didn't acknowledge them daily?
are those gods any better than
our enemies?
will life ever be anchored by anything but
STRUGGLE?
are we doomed?
is this the last cantakerous meandering of
HOPE?
die if you can't cope?
sigh if you're on dope?
and change the channel
to something
less repulsive.

...I dunno...
I feel I've been boondoggled by a cyclone
a cyclamine cyclops
with a weather vane for a neckbone
a trollop who married a drone
and called it love
that's who I have to talk to
that's who I have to preach to
is this the infirmary I've been sequestered to
is there anyone here who knows
ANYTHING
or am I just your
waitress for this evening?
would you like a bourbon?
a Coors light?
your jacket back?
the check?

Greivances line my pillow
like saliva from a junkie whore
and who knows what for
I am the apron
that guards your area
from intrusion
this bearded girl
will add well to the confusion
and the ticker tape soap opera
and the tinkertoy Schule
should make a good match
tell your friends you're a hollow star
and maybe they'll wake you up at 9:15
to watch the cacti sprout into
a herpes lullabye

then your parents can sing
to your dragon child
left alone
in a dumpster
on 4th.

06.02.03

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