Veins a Poppin'

Costanza, Magoo, George Jefferson.
All heroes of outrage. Life has dealt
them raw and they are bitter. Screaming
shaking flailing still able to squeak out
measures of happiness through chaotic
whirlwinds of cruel concocted fates.
One slips into depravity of surrender
another sees only his own distorted reality

the third struts flamboyant, loud and proud.

Finally, Ralph Cramden. TNT fantastic
in every instance. Boil the outrage—let it spill
over polite confines. Yet the intent is to laugh
at such demonstration and laugh too at ourselves.

3/28/11

Cooking Roast Beef and Sausage

Inspired by a Wood Carving

From 4/10 via Poetry Everywhere

Dehydration

I’m feeling like death again
inside and out, a grimy
old rag that is rung
dry of all it has stored.
My ribs collapse into
themselves and feast
at the shriveled mass
of my stomach. Even 
bile has vacated the premises.
There is little left.
All will become withered
starved into dust.

Loss of Faith

Just as it all gets worse
when it really couldn’t
I turn to my clove cigs
and my legs go out from under
head goes on spin cycle
sandpaper smoke down my throat.
Nausea is better than
the alternative I am forced 
to confront, when all my 
middle fingers go unseen
and my outrage screams
at deaf ears. I disappear 
into the exhaled smoke 
become a ghost in fog
an owl in a snowstorm.

The Great Multiplication Divide

Blocked from oblivion
by this crossing guard
prevented from accessing
such an inviting void
all that stands between
is muscle and blood
Flesh. Not bone, nor faith.
This abyss swirls its tendrils
through my bristling hair
feels my throbbing pulse
invites me to ecstasy
but as quickly hides
in hoods and shadows.
There is warmth there
if we take our time
and realize there’s no
going back once we’ve
broken through the X.

3/17/11

Medusa Burlesque

Frozen in
black/white
as fatal
in your stare
as any myth
Just waiting
on those tresses
to come alive,
inject the sweet
venom
that swims
through your
serpentine
fleshy curves

3/15/11