ON HEARING YOUR EX-WIFE'S THINKING OF BLOWING YOU, CAPTAIN BLIGH
it's about time after all her years of infidelity
that she'll finally throw you an
X-rated waterbed adventure
i hope you don't capsize in
her designer genital-gear
dressed in Gucci lingerie
for "submarine sex"
wear your wetsuit
& keep the spyglass greased
for her kinky needs 2
transcend the depths of Virginia Woolf's
last swim
20,000 leagues under the toilet cover
your unborn foetus gurgles
near drowning in a sewer nursery
from your earlier plunge
when your mistress' water broke
all over that narcissistic doppelganger "Dad"
making it during the Titanic's
maiden voyage
in the Wet 'N Wild theme park
the mermaids swish their 7 fins
like campy transvestites
on the isle of unlucky dreams
you're shipwrecked on
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REVENGE OF A MORTAL HAND
(for Wislawa Szymborska)
Revenge of society's mortal hand
embroils the merchant in squalid caresses
I tell myself, watching a shoplifter in Circle-K
get away with a bag of potato chips, black dude
cool carrying it out as if paid for, no problem-o
for a pound of spuds pressed like wafers
to lips of hungry whores later down on Main St.
nearby the Plaza (where bad things hang on
in Sin City immunity & timeless hustles)
I'll dream with Ruddy the transient of warm beds
on concrete afforded by construction site drains,
waiting to be buried underground in our sleep
of fleeting nanoseconds in god-mind's space warp.
A security officer should guard the homeless
not join them, I'm told -- but society still
bites the corporate hand feeding it w/ Bush Jr.'s
rat poison, ja? ... So if the shoe fits wear it
just to feel the holy hobo-remains lingering
in your mother's fetid home, O entrepreneur.
Fear is what the world still fears most
& profitably sells to the fearing consumer
buying the intimidating edge for a fast fix.
Ruddy teaches me ways to give away things
worthwhile-or-worthless to the street panhandlers,
robbing the blind of what keeps them from seeing
the darkness around them, biting the feeding
hand of what strangles another woman
waiting to be raped by professional quacks
peddling the genitalia of hungry customers
later at our convenience store's garage sale,
where nothing is gratis but transplants
the trinity
of severed hands
returned from
distant crosses.
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THIRD WORLD HOUSE PARTY
I'm inspired by the backside of a political whore
as viewed on some internet porn site
while rapping on the cell to my office puta
who swears she can kick any politician's ass
when Clinton says to Monica "get the pizza, honey"
it's always like Brando's comeback in The Last Tango
in Paris such affairs-at-ateliers are no biggie
the boys in their summer dresses can tell you
more about the world than the n.y. times
& true power's still a colorless thing between
what legs you & I were licking off food stains
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