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The End of the Era of Blakean Patience

Just for the flair of it

we abandon the fairest before they plummet—

 

Before the end is done

it’s better to look like the clever one who seen it come—

 

Showered in shards of glass kicked up from your sandbox,

Running from the rain with hot slag in our socks—

 

Soon unblocked, like hips opening up in a squat—

Soon unlocked, like a juiced kumquat—

 

For now, stuck in your garden variety pot,

an heirloom fruit of the tomb fettered in thought knots—

 

A feral hairless ape who has finally heard enough,

who resides in the time to buy lace only to tear it up—

 

It’s the end of an era

and any end summons terror—

 

But there’s a secret sharer between the burning sensations

intercepting fate’s fishnets while we stroke our impatience—

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Uh Yeah, Me Neither… (A Poem)

Do you take

all your poems

out ‘round back?

Fantasize

about them

during teleconferences?

Sketch them

from memory by candlelight

when the wind sounds

like orgasmic gasps?

Does your blood

burst in your genitals

when you feel

the line break?

Do you try

to conjure their smell

and end up hyperventilating?

Tell me, do you ask

all your poems

to stay for breakfast?

can’t seem to care (song)

[Dig the vibrations put out by morning sickness. Lyrics struck by Jack. Spoken by some amusia weirdo named Andy.]

When I was born

The universe conspired to take me out of this life.

Just had to live one more life.

.

My mama was Maya.

My daddy was Shiva.

And I was born a helpless Ganesha.

.

I just can’t seem to find my way out of this life.

Just destined to live it through eight million more times.

.

Because no matter what Krsna says

I’m just a drop of the sea

Trying to find a piece of God in me–

And no matter how much you stare

I’m just as fucked up as can be and

I can’t seem to care.

.

My daddy was Burroughs.

He got busy with Courtney Love.

Must be why I can’t get high enough.

.

Try to practice yoga everyday.

Didn’t seem to make a difference

How I prayed.

.

Just can’t seem to find my way out of this life.

Just destined to live it through eight million more times.

.

Because no matter no matter what Krsna says

I’m just a drop of the sea

Trying to find a piece of God in me–

And no matter how much you stare

I’m just as fucked up as I can be and

I can’t seem to care.