Absurdities

dogggerel poems from 1997


	tender flaky all quakey from the git shell shocked in the wings of a creche male skit abominated pie crusty digits fiddle with the phone half a dozen rugrats pitch bricks home alone window treatment crush polyesters frame bleak trees chewing charlie brown's kite snaps off in the breeze and the voice of the social worker says 'please understand' that suburban life is also very hard on the man so say your prayers, shave and slick your thighs high sunmaid raisin buttercup honey bun sweetie pie flower flavor find milk flip jacks frau freak and try to think a man's thoughts before you try to speak

	a lorelei, a lorelei came bounding from the left scimitar all shining pant-hooting with her breath and breathless dropped upon the table a victim's bag of nuts and smiled to all "i've beaned a boohab" to a chorus of "say what?"s boohaby creature scribbling in a garrett far away tossed another magic scroat to the the hounds at bay. which bang against his window begging pay our hunger heed the creature cackles absently the mongrels fiercely feed yellow back radio elohim strings second generation demiurgically sings voice to the rooftops vented through the nets a practical matter for a moment it gets a creatures name, a silly game with testicle prize just another alphabet to try on for size back to eternity... but wait! what's this, a prayer? a lore, a lie?

	and bob overlooks babbling brooks cascading tresses overhang dainty hors d'oervres everything's swell, gang foriegn intrigues gone and sinister leagues harvested once and for all innocence recouped, its jaded scenarios' downfall killing - no perish the thought living here has brought neverland reveries maypole spinning merriment ostentatious fantasies plain as day queer that way rembering when stealth was the only safety useable because violence was the trick when we were all sick xenophobic yahoos but today zinnias.

	latent autumn in atlanta chatahoochie on the rise the cloud formations panting round the track of trackless skies and curling doubled over blowing back o'er speckled orange leaves the tint of fanta seas of gold october mornings bluster children shiver in a cluster bundled up like honeybees in flower bonnet blankets blessing cords of wood stacked for winter nesting crack of the bats, last doffing of hats complete retire the sides and ample swinging musclemen go home no longer racing towards two kingly crowns while justice reigns all cleved in distant towns another season ends and festive mugs all chilled with foam raised to the roof, last quaffing, sign defeat soon it will be november what then will we remember?

	a fine musty staw barn roads away a pumpkin patch or two where children ride in wheelbarrows i reminesce of you can you recall a year ago when we had all our charms and those we trade on weekends now were always in our arms? on soggy weeknends dreary rewind the 8 millimeter my eyes get fogged and bleary knowing times were so much sweeter then, ah then remember when our breakfast was a chore now coffee dregs and scrambled eggs i eat upon the floor the table of our dinnertime i simply bear no more and fast approaching wintertime stocks melancholy's store. --- adding a millimeter to my 8 i think i'll shoot the kids again, but wait i gotta think how i can escape don't wanna get caught on tape i'm shit i'm shot i'm dead i'm dirt walking 'round living in a world of hurt and yet an eye i'm passing by glances without my past i still got chances so if i plan my getaway right and sneak away in the night i might create myself a brand new world yeah and maybe a brand new girl i'm not a crook, just had bad luck i can't explain so what the fuck why should i submit to grillin' when there's still left 4 or 5 billion in the world who will see an honest face when they see me it's not my fault i didn't want to do it it's not my fault gotta go gotta go it's not my fault they forced me into it it's not my fault gotta go gotta go

	how can the rhym'd word be dead so long as we absurd are read?

	irony's pressing cyberlife to the printed page flattens what's hyper here even in text to flipping sheaves, like autumn leaves preserved beyond their nature and what's a pseud without repute and who persists beyond reboot and who engages, who is mute and irl who gives a hoot? e-male cadaver primly plied nytrb crit-eyed is dried of wonder and torn amiss provides no lightning strikes ahh to be lower-case and whispered pop to pop to drag and drop a tasty phrase to while away the working days on aol to post and wrap to subtly trap a newbie netter courting praise about the courtyard coteries somewhere dot com yeah that's the bomb

	a fruited plane to fly upon way back in steerage class has nothing more than peanuts exchanging roles, a dapper don heads aft to meet the mass and bridge the gap between us i put his ruby slippers on and sucked in freedom's wild gas now leaving mars for venus

	and great wumpus cats who said fiddle dee dee the ring tailed baboon and the texas tea flea the lemur, the keti, the wombat of course the orange chinchilla, the three legged horse all could relate over issues of state without as much as a whisper of hate despite the cold calculus of just who got ate