Thanks to traffic

featured in the poetry forum December 17, 2008  :: 0 comments

Last night I had a hallucination
the glass of my car
merged with the road
the rearview mirror
was absolutely normal
and I thought about the Russian
man with no nose
about the Korean woman
with no nipples
—so smooth!—
about
the pizza with
no crust
and I cried
until someone beeped the horn.

The Itchy Throat

featured in the poetry forum November 13, 2008  :: 0 comments

my throat is itchy
friday’s drinks may have
gotten me

my throat is itchy
sunday’s drinks may have
gotten me

my throat is itchy
all that talk
to get her to come home with me
may have gotten me

then after I got her
I didn’t even want her

The Nefarious R.A.G.

November 12, 2008  :: 0 comments

Corporatized State Capitalist Democracy
All governments are run by CEOs and corporations
whether American democratic or Chinese communist
the nefarious R.A.G.
can’t take it anymore:
if Bush or any current Republican or Democrat
is my USA’s leader then declare me a terrorist.
I will tear it all down. Wipe it all clean
R.A.G. corporate capitalism out of democracy.
Oops, the headline strikes back:
BIG BUSINESS WINS THE ELECTION (Again)
Dada:
Vincente Fox is filled with Bush cream
while Ra Gabriel tees off on a used bathroom–the
Nefarious R to the izza.

Love Song

November 12, 2008  :: 0 comments

She’s a taco
a hiccup
a jalapeno pepper
salsa on eggs
cheese and onion on steak
a pineapple
teriyaki sauce
on hibachi’d beef
shwarma, or, as you’d say, a donner kebab
kimbab stuffed with tuna
eucalyptus-rolled tobacco
an alarm clock the moment before the clatter.

FLASH LIGHT

November 12, 2008  :: 0 comments

1.

it’s a state of mind
accepted
maggot brain:

I taste the maggots
on the ring of the tub

all bushy and yeasty
growing

you can’t stop death
no more than
you can stop life

that minor-major pull.

free your mind
of clouds of bullshit
and your ass will follow
right to con- and un-scious clarity

yeah.

2.

Tales of kid Rafadelic:
First, let’s take it to the page
sunchild on his way down
to form sunlight rays into black ink sound
Boom Bash!
free your mind, become colorblind
I think I see the mothership
coming, swing down swing down
I gotta ride
I wanna ride
let me ride
static, frequency, float fly float
catch, here we radio in
on that resonance—W-E-F-U-N-K
the archangels on the one
everybody vibing off it, the one
ga goo goo ga
second, shine some light on
flash light on it
flash Ra on that postmodern
tribalism—what’d + Ra + call it?—
coatlism. Slithering snake-bird
god-man, Ra-devil
and third, Ra-angel has got his groove:
the electric spanking of war babies
and that’s that.

3.

Uncle Sam is that dangerous
foul-mouthed pedophile of a man
Uncle Jam sits in his chair
telling stories. Let’s sit and hear one:
many many years ago
in a parallel galaxy right here
light hears away
happening via ESP all the same now and then
in other words, many light-years ago today
the most powerful mothership in the world
is in the midst of a mothership mutiny
the atomic dogs started woof-woofing
why must I be like that? why must I chase the cat?
what all my homies saying?
bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yeah
the murderous strings come in
Bernie Worrell and Glenn bringing the mothership down
back again back on the backs of the gansta rap
the fathers of this generation’s thought process
Ra’s whole thought process
the shooting to each molecule from the
tiniest hair follicle
to the supernovas and nebula
vote for George Clinton
I’ll tell ya people, if you keep sleeping
the only one that’s gonna get funked up
is you.

Press 1 for Inbox/Press 2 for Outbox

November 12, 2008  :: 0 comments

Remember the old-fashioned kermit-style email?
I know some of you do. Those of you from back in the day:
When the monitor was green text on black,
before there was SPAM. A mere 13 years later: I press

1.
SPAM and eggs
SPAM soup with ramyeon noodles
God SPAM America, no
SPAM bless America, yes
SPAM that I love…oops
I SPAMmed it again
“Where SPAMer, When SPAMer” in the album
SPAM service has SPAMkira soaring
to the tops of the SPAMboard charts
Latin SPAMerikan music
the SPAM is killing our thought processes
SPAM’s better than glam
like SPAMzak;
“Ride the SPAM baby, yeah!” he SPAMmed
so she grabbed him by the ears and SPAMmed
“Give me your SPAM! yes! I’m SPAMming!”
He then pulled out and SPAMmed all over her face
which smeared her SPAM-up.
My SPAModerant is ruining my shirts
the tsunami left SPAM in the sea
but luckily none of the SPAM
were destroyed
Thou shall not SPAM
may the SPAM be with you
viva el SPAM!

2.
very unhealthy yet profitable;
first,
take the head of the meta
the tag
then,
cut the meat
who knows what scraps and toenails,
who knows what diseases
now;
sweep it all up
the broken links, the tags, the anchors
HTML, Coldfusion, ASP, JSP
and then,
send
it comes out like a pre-processed

slab o’ shit
hard on
and hand job

See Britney SPAM naked!

The Truth is Lying

November 12, 2008  :: 0 comments

The truth is lying again
said Haeng Namsa
then be Snow Bone China
tell a truth, tell a lie
who is ventolin?
who is lungs?
who is doubled over on the bed?
Is that the truth again?

Soon

November 12, 2008  :: 0 comments

What’s worse is I never write anymore
I’m too hung up in a sling
of different girls, jobs, robberies.

What a life to make sure you have enough.
Enough beans or SPAM.
Enough condoms and lube.
Enough cute characters on MSN.

They always fall for that shit
soon they’re rolling on the ground
shivering from tongue

soon they’re calling once a day
texting into eternity

soon they’re bleeding on the bedsheets
and your picking up the hairs.

No Joke

November 12, 2008  :: 0 comments

Notorious R.A.G. is back
with a cap in his ass
or an ass in his cap
so sick of the gansta rap

The radio is humming the
same old shit

shit.

I am getting my cock sucked again
by the Corporate Machine
wait, no, that’s vice versa
the Corporate Machine is splooging
in my face.

Seriously, in my office, a university staff room
for real
only two of over twenty
knew the word splooge.

It’s ejaculation, my friends,
I had to explain.

Seems I am turning out to be
the most normal of the group –

I lick it all up.