Layers of false hope strew the stage
Genetically predispositioned to save the gene
I am more than that fuckers!

Clime they implore
Can you not see the light?
I can not be blinded by false hope

Their penciled stick figured God
Would embrace me
Like some chick’s cheap fuck toy

Would you cheapen insanity?
Make it a crawling insect
Searching for death?

I stare at the world
In a ring made of cheap dreams
It ain’t good enough

I go deeper into the maze
The path is down
Not up

I am the last magician
But I do no tricks
I just dig

Deeper

Deeper

SHE IS MINE!
HAVE I NOT LOVED HER? HAVE I NOT TAKEN HER ON DIONYSIUS’S ALTAR AND GIVEN HER PLEASURE IN WHICH SHE NOW STILL DREAMS?

SHALL I REPLAY BEFORE YOUR HAPLESS BEING THE GRUNTS AND GROANS OF OUR UNION?

THE LOVE WE SHARED?

THE SCREAMS OF PLEASURE AND DESIRE WE SATISFIED UPON OLYMPUS?
THE GODS SMILED.
AND WERE PLEASED!
APHRODITE HERSELF ANOINTED ME THAT DAY.

YOU ARE BUT A CHILD.
INCAPABLE OF UNLOCKING THE GIFTS SHE BRINGS.

ASK HER AND WATCH HER EYES.
YES, SEE THE TRUTH IN THEM AND WEEP.

WHY DO YOU SEEK THAT WHICH YOU CANNOT HAVE?

HEAVEN HAS ORDAINED THIS UNION.

IN MANY GUISES YOU MAY COME.
BUT DEFEAT IS YOUR DESTINY.

SHE SPEAKS TO ME NOW
DOTH THINE EARS PERK?
YOU ARE INCAPABLE OF HEARING, KNAVE!

YOUR PROTESTATIONS ARE THE BRAYING OF A MULE
GO TO PASTURE FOOL!
SEEK WHAT SUCCOR YOU CAN IN WHATEVER PURSUITS PLEASES THY DIM WIT.

SHE IS MINE!

But it was the broken clock she carried
Around her neck which
Hunched her back
Like Quasimodo
Like Atlas shouldering the burden of this world
It sprouted springs and gears
The tousled hair of some deranged Medusa
Wavering in mad rhythm to her tortured steps

But the wood was cared for
Polished and shone
Not giving reflection
But absorbing all
A black hole
Where only night lived

She would smile and touch it constantly
it’s hands frozen
In rictus
The stiffened reach of a long dead God
The clock was perpetually 9:47
It was when her love left the world
When her life creased to be
She said
Love would come back
And it would start ticking again
Others would laugh at her
And roll their eyes to the sky
Not I

She was far too young
To push a shopping cart
Filled with the tattered refuse
Of other people’s lives
of her own

Yet day in and day out
She rolled wearing
treads in the streets
Like a Roman legion off to some
Distant conquest.
Only she knew that destination

I do not see her anymore
No one ever cares
A paltry few
Really care…
Perchance
She found a new land
Where her eyes match her smile
Where life does not assault her so…

And
I hope
That clock starts ticking
Again…

If have to make up shit to write this I will because chances are I have no respect for you. I barely respect myself. When did Blogging start requiring facts and integrity? The prevalence of these stories are a testament to all the Tech bloggers out there who need to generates back links and increase readership so they can sell more ads on their sites — Cha-Ching Cha Ching Just what the world needs another iPhone sale.

Let’s cull the imaginary Twitter wire for some Journalistic prowess.

This one is from Ted Brookshire, of Santa Monica, CA, who was in Chile because he found out they have some nasty Pot that grows only on the South side of the mountains fertilized by a commune of expatriate Peruvian Llamas living in Chile.

“This shit is Good, smoked two bowls and the whole place went to shit”

From Maria, Peoria, ILL “A lot of concrete fell on people, I’m sad. I’m going to cry now”

And…

Floyd, Mayberry, NC the subduction of the Nazca plate with the South American plate at a rate of three inches per year (eighty millimeters) giving rise, wait, there are bodies moving, it’s… Yea Floyd maxed out his Twitter message and some poor fuckers are dead because Floyd had to roll all smarty pants on us.

I reassessed my Twitter usage when I found out, much to my horror; my rewrites were running across the Twitter wire. Since everything I write sucks I’m always rewriting. I have no illusions that anything I tell the world is remotely interesting. There was a chick on the software page with nice tits so I use it. The bitch hasn’t come over my house yet. Miss Grundy also said I was shallow ‘”Fuck you again Miss Grundy”

It’s all bells and whistles, cheap perfume masking the scent of decay. Shiny sheets of fool’s gold hiding the fact that for the majority of people Life sucks. And they die because they are poor and no one gives a fuck.

Let’s all gear up with our iPhones, Twitter accounts, Blackberries, MySpace, and Facebook pages and tell each other how we found a chicken in our Farmville pad. Someone hearing this in the Zaire, Africa would say, “They get chickens from their computers? How cool is that?”

Anyone have a period I can borrow?

Don’t touch me!
I do not need your comfort!

When they come
They will not stop
A broken water main
Fucking with traffic
STOP YOU MOTHER FUCKER
I am NOT A FAGGOT!

yet they leak from my eyes
Palm pressed against can not stem that flow
Staining clothe innumerable
as I cry blood!

Why am I thus assaulted?

Why does the lonely cry of a mourning dove
Drive me to my knees?
Why does the wistful look of parting lovers
scream heartache that shakes my soul!

Do my tears
partition this Earth
And renew this World?

I will have no part of this madness!

I will drown in them
Let my tears sizzle in Hell
I will bath this world in tears
and dim the flames of pain

Sizzle tears of blood
my gift to this sad world.

“Hey Tiger, jump through a hoop”
“Who you smacking upside the head Mother Fucker”

The tiger proceeded to drag Herr Roy around like a rag doll. While Roy waved his remaining arm around like a little bitch, leading to this news release.

“When the best-trained and most-experienced handlers of big cats can be attacked and dragged around like rag dolls, it is plainly obvious that untrained private citizens should not keep big cats as pets.”

Big shock there, huh? The truth of the matter is there is an estimated 7000 big cats kept by private citizens in the United States and they kill people.
“Whoops, he was such a nice cat just before he took little Judy’s head off.”

Who can forget Travis the lovable face eating chimpanzee who ate a neighbor’s face for lunch. Yea, a 200 pound wild Chimp went ape shit. They had to shoot poor Travis as telling him no TV tonight apparently had little effect on him as he was chewing through that poor woman’s face. Wild animal are not socialized and will never be socialized. When they go off, it’s welcome to the jungle time.

We love to vicariously experience the wild from the safety of our seats. We are a culture of pussies and fag fucks. We let others take chances so we can be entertained. “Aren’t we all a bunch of wild animals Doris?” “Yea, Ward, it really cool to get back to our roots.”

People do stupid things and they do it all the time, all of us, every single one of you. We smoke, we drive without seat belts, we fall in love with people who plot our emotional destruction, and we stuff burgers down our face till a crane is required to pull our bodies out of the house.
Some of us even strap surplus army rockets to our car and crash into a mountain going 500 miles an hour. “Wow, didn’t see that coming.”

I worked the Union Safety & Health beat in the most dangerous environment in the world, a shipyard. I investigated people being crushed to death on scissor lifts, people falling to their death, legs taken off by fork trucks, people dying of asphyxiation in confined spaces, all of it; I had a front row seat boys and girls. The color of a charred body is not black, it’s blue, just in case you were wondering.

Apparently I was an unusual union steward, I couldn’t be intimidated, I had balls, I could read and I was articulate. The most gratifying management discussion concerning me was told to me by my bud, Fred, a half management fuck. He said one Boss whose unsafe job I halted wanted to put the screws to me and my Boss was there and said, “Fuck no; you’ll only make him mad.” Fuck you puke.

Employee’s whose lives and health I was trying to protect hated me also. They really hated me.

“Fuckin Eddie and his OSHA rules”

You see they wanted to do stupid things cause nine times out of ten you get away with it. But it only takes one time to change your life forever or become dead. All in the name of getting the job done. All those so called Safety & Health rules management pukes and Republicans make fun of are written in Blood, every one of them that are in 5 CFR 1910, someone paid for with their life or a limb. That’s the facts, please don’t bet me.

So do me a favor keep your eyes on the newspaper and read about the stupid things other humans do on a routine basis and remember who you heard it from.

I remain, never humbly,
The Oddest of Poets

Dance melancholy minuets

Accrued dust scatters

Faceless violins sigh

Mourners do not bother to take up the chant

Smoothing wrinkled skirts and checking fingernail length

Bored and distracted with parched eyes incapable of tears

Sounds wither and die

Vibrations stilled and uncaring

Settle in for the long sleep

Wind becomes breeze and breeze…

Lies motionless upon the mound

It’s cold’s time

Calming the whine of meaning and loss

Thoughts crumble and descend upon the sleeping earth

Lying beside portent shards of strange magik

It all goes away

Whirling down sweet silence

Leave me alone

Don’t wake me…