Casual Elapse

Tuesday,
October 11, 2011

11:33 PM

Can I signal seize
up,

muster thunder

gutter grease these
gears.

Infatuate the ennui,

dispirited ghosts
taking an interest in me.

Sweating specters
desperately perspiring.

 

Just a dusting from
the fallout,

must a been the
hallow cavern echo call-out,

that ruby pump,  heartily punch and gushing  now about

you scratched my
tougher hides, I smiled wide,

didn’t shy my eyes,
you saw the look of a man

happy healthy and as
wild a ride as you’re likely to find.

Now that the valve
works, watch the blood flow

turning on the
pleasure put the details in the ledger,

I could fill the
hours twixt midnight and morn with all you don’t know.

It’s a slow show,

I’m making
everything now, like the damn globe broke

and the earth needs
somewhere to be,

all of creations
gotta have me.

Putting the grass
under your ass and lighting farts

to let you know the
fires fanned,

the flaming asshole
of so-and-so

made the papers,
headlines and newsfeeds

reading at the
breakfast table, soon as I’m able

got these two broken
arms I got for

talking about how I
got my two broken legs sore,

but at least I still
got that civic debt to pay,

voting the other
way,

elect the right
white man

or the business dry
up all the

handout graft it
certainly can.

Now the bills come
due,

I got the message
you

are the
re-pig-fugly-uck-icans

elephant
industrialists, sarcophagi posture pederasts

and you’re here for
blood, chains, and salvation

you won’t secede
control, but you might make a donation?

I see you
greedy-eye-ing my kidney,

gotta take it from
me fighting,

knife blade sharp
side with and against me

ain’t got no problem
taking you to hell

cause I’m excellent
vacation company.

I’m slippery, no
butterfingered prison nanny can hold me,

I torture torments
that turtle shell dormant

until the sick
moment when your vulnerable worm hole

brains gone err-ooo,
you’re fleshing out solutions of abysmal

killed your iron own
side, ego master mind mink coat on the rack

steam press the wax

defenseless estrogen
the suicide pill before the battle lessens

lunar charts a war
path in concrete you scream in abstract

heirloom ramblings,
the fixtures are shaking,

glass reverberating

the shrieks of a
murderous wren restrained

by the modern woman

best as we tamed
her,

oh wife how we named
her

trumpeteering
trollops maestro

occupied by
occupations, I conduct my affairs

with secretaries,
veterinarians, dental hygienists and the occasional librarian.

Wouldn’t want to
reference something

I left on the shelf

excluding all else,

I live for the elf.