Guns don't kill people...

Children who find guns kill people.

Two-Headed Boy, Part II

daddy, please hear this song that i sing.  in your heart there's a spark that just screams for a lover to bring a child to your chest that could lay as you sleep, and love all you have left like you boy used to be, long ago, wrapped in sheets warm and wet.  blister please with those wings in your spine.  love to be with a brother of mine.  how he'd love to find your tongue in his teeth in a struggle to find secret songs that you keep wrapped in boxes so tight, sounding only at night as you sleep.  and in my dreams you're alive and you're crying as your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet.  rings of flowers round your eyes and i'll love you for the rest of your life when you're ready,  brother see we are one in the same and you left with your head filled with flames and you watched as your brains fell out through your teeth, push the pieces in place, make your smile sweet to see don't you take this away, i'm still wanting my face on your cheek.  and when we break, we'll wait for our miracles, god is a place where some holy spectacle lies.  when we break, we'll wait for our miracle, god is a place you will wait for the rest of your life.  two-headed boy, she is all you could need.  she will feed you tomatoes and radio wires and retire to sheets safe and clean, but don't hate her when she gets up to leave

Birthday Party (Junkyard)

i stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
she: lying through her teeth; him: on his back
hands off this one, hands off! she cried
grinning at me from hip to hip
hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slip
i stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
sharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-head
i love you! now me! i love you! laughter, laughter
those skinny girls, they're so quick to murder
shake it, baby, c'mon; shake, shake it, baby

Lie. Lie to my face.

Tell me it ain't no thing,

that's what I want to hear.

hot tamales!

The Minutemen!
5.  Paranoid Time
4.  The Punch Line
3.  What Makes a Man Start Fires?
2.  Double Nickles on the Dime
1.  Buzz or Howl Under the Influence of Heat

i forgot my ice cream!

          

grout

THE VERY LAST ONE

NOSEFILTER

you know the drill

kiosk at the airport

 

encore

hold on one second
i've been here all fucking day
what did you just say?

drey

but i had no doubt
reeling in affirmation
from the smell of it

waterdogs

on nocturnal rounds
at the very end of it
i saw him bite her

Philip Seymour Duncan Hoffman Turner Overdrive

when I tries to sleep i'm rapping,
at a truck stop never crapping,
all them shitholes i'll be passing,
forever everlasting,
until I get to my abode,
and sit on my own commode,
and bestow my colon's load,
then I can hit the ricky road,
those miles markers marking,
all the times the trees be sparking,
once a mile, every while,
I lays it down like tile,
words be chirping like birds,
ascending major thirds,
protecting pockets of nerds
from marauding bands of thugs
so sickly eating bugs
from underneath the rocks and things
and pushing special needs kids
off of all their swings.

Saddam DeLuise

    

we're living in pueblos, we're unstable,
we got no internet, we got no cable
electrical impulses coming through a wire,
we're telegraphing like it was never retired,
old magazines, it's obscene the obscenities,
a few buckets in the corner the extent of our amenities,
it's the middle ages, squires, and pages,
and knights in white satin, speaking out latin,
like it were allowed, driving on a cloud,
I'm a care bear without a care, I'm Lando Calrissian,
I'm a dude drinking white russians, and I abide
I'm Ram Dass, I'm Bob Ross:
when it comes to blues, I'm sticking to Prussian.

Oaxacan Phoenix

divide this holy cow into holy steaks, I made a mistake, I ated too much cake, still I put more on the plate, I'm memorizing all the capitals of states, I'm identifying all the different rays and skates on the ocean bottom, if you got 'em, smoke 'em like some bacon, always gives more than it's taking, it's just the biscuit that is flaking, rough on dandruff, always doubling the oreo stuff, put it in, take it out, turn on and off the watery spout, it's sauerkraut, with horsefeathers and radishes, knit it up like a dreamcatcher, poaching salmons like a kingfisher let off steam like a volcanic fissure, adjust the color balance and sharpness of the picture, I am victor, I am victrola, I'm a big ugly fish called a mola mola,

read a book.

Mole Poblano!

8  dried mulato chiles
5  dried ancho chiles
6  dried pasilla chiles
2  dried chipotle chiles

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4  roma tomatoes
6  tomatillos
1  medium onion
3  cloves garlic
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10  black peppercorns
3    whole cloves
1"  stick cinnamon
1/2t  coriander seeds
1/2t  anise seeds
2t   black raisins
20  almonds
2oz pumpkin seeds
1/2C sesame seeds
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2  stale tortillas
3  stale baguettes
4oz mexican chocolate
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salt
1/2c  sugar
sesame seeds to garnish

David Bowie - "Station to Station"

the Return of the thin white Duke
throwing Darts in Lovers' Eyes

here are We
one magical Moment
such is the Stuff from where Dreams are woven
bending Sounds
dredging the Ocean
lost in my Circle
here am I
flashing no Color
tall in this Room overlooking the Ocean
here are We
one magical Moment
from Kether to Malkuth
there are You
drive like a Demon from Station to Station

the Return of the thin white Duke
making sure white Stains

Cheese and Beer Soup!

2   leeks
2   carrots
2   celery ribs
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2t    garlic
1     bay leaf
1/4c butter
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1/3c flour
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2c     milk
7/4c  broth
12oz ale
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1T    worcestershire sauce
1t     dry mustard
1t     salt
1/4t  black pepper
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4c   extra-sharp cheddar
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crumbled bacon to garnish