Fat Cat

The fact cat sat on the train track.
BLOOM!
His zipper bursted until
it glowed into the darkness,
singing sweet soft zippertunes
of fatten cows and of glowing sows,
and trains whose track go back
Click-clack.

Everybody's Laborer

Handy with a Hammer
blood red land of prisons.
Swing to bring the star
to earth and lick low

Forged steel, frozen steel
accused of stealing
feeling the frost

and still
the star shines
and on every Friday night
singeing angels
with a blaze no hammer could quell

Mother Liberty

"Does it Hurt?
Is something wrong?"
A guilt ridden face
blood red deep in the bone

"No, I'm a statue okay?
Don't even look at
my green rusted coat"
Cement spackled grey.
"Okay. Then downtown
I'll card my wares to
the lady with the grit in
each nail and
the man with the capped feet,
a graceless 5th avenue waltz."

"You pay their bills but,
mine you don't even look at.
You care less for steel than
flesh and grow your hair till
it runs the eyes a furlong twice."

"No great crap, sister
I'm the dope smok'in shit
pick'in snit nose, pickle face,
capsule captain, long locks.
I am the etched wretched

"You pull oysters from
the sea and throw them on my
castle blue surf foam

"My mullosks are alive
because I shelled each one

"I don't sit on this rock to
keep your mind a
puzzled copy of Mad magazine.
I dissolved to nourish your
bud that was blossomed."

"I was ripped alive into this
ocean where you rust, and curse
the embassies of fish and brine.
Did you see? I cut my hair.
No. You didn't sea.
You can only gurgle when I look at
your tattered shell, that offered to
fix myself.

Keep your mother's spit,
I know I'm a part of you."

Hunt

"Did you asschase?", asked Freddy.
"Last friday, drove down in the boxcar."
"Snatch?"
"Catch! A bird flying from the graveyard."
"Did you dine? or wasn't she hungry?"
"Starved"
"Shite"
"Ate all the trimmings"
"Deeper and deeper"
"Born again if I'm shitting."
"Get a Gideon cause Cliff caught your sorry act."
"You're riding me? Split!"
"Fart, fart, fuck'in farter. On the prowl again? Uh. Some hunter."

Poisonous Mushroom

In a forest green, a woodland lush,
a mushroom I heard of I thought to crush
But I let the task to another or botanist
Today, the world has been blown to bits

Busy

I'm too busy
way to busy
far to busy

Et tu busy?
Yes, I'm busy
too too busy?
No, but busy

Bought busy?
Just busy
Just?
Busy. Real busy.

Seder

Dry winds blow
The last clouds fly by
Blowing, disturbing kicking up the sky

Hot sands flow
My feet stepping by
Sweeping, drooping wondering why

Boiled water purges
over cracks and seams
Seeking smothering the unseen

Wood snaps and crackles
a hot flame burns in the lights
Scalding decaying, administering last rites

Feather light we check
Admonish that we did forget
Explaining, feasting and now it is all set

Cool winds blow
Retreating clouds sing
Ushering out the last crumbs of spring

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