“axis points”
the creation of god
was man’s biggest mistake.
irreverent devotion
to the sun and the moon
should have remained the norm.
no wars were ever fought
in the name of light.
and statistics have shown
dancing naked at night
works better than prayer.
who’s gonna argue with math?
9.24.22
“it’s lookin’ kinda greasy”
sausage, jesus, and porn
are the apparent
raggle-taggle triptych
of middle georgia -
each worshipped in turn
with, i’m sure,
ecclesial emphasis
determined by
the day of the week,
but the billboards lacked
specificity of this kind.
i will say,
if breadth of message
is any indication,
sausage and porn are neck-in-neck,
with jesus trailing
a distant third,
mop and bucket,...
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“a stroll in autumn”
being not a hunter
i tromp through leaves
with purpose and thunder
savoring each crunch and crunkle
the way some do berlioz and mahler
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11.27.21
i hear the first five notes
of blue train…
crack the seal
on a 5th of bacardi anejo quatro…
glimpse a raven
silhouetted against a sinking sun…
watch her panties fall to the floor…
¡ay dios mio!
¡que la noche sea larga!
she walked in and asked,
“where’s the pie?”
“in the oven,” i replied.
she smiled and took off her skirt.
and that
was the single most poetic thing i’ve said
all week.
when staring down the barrel
of pistol, pussy, or opium pipe,
i take my ball and go home.
i gathered a handful of fallen leaves,
held it close to my face,
and breathed.
it smelled like purity.
green is never so transparent.
perspective -
subtle art of
parallel convergence
on a spatial plane -
miscarried and askew
on a cornerstone
mortared with blood.
i’m at a loss.
i don’t know what to do.
blinders fully secured,
the yahoos and yokels have taken flight -
bombs, beers, and bibles in hand…
only a shit storm can follow.
perspective -
wobbly at best due to drink and jazz,
i...
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“drinkin’ @ 50”
witches and hell spawn
be dammed!
3-4 am
is hereby baptized
the whizzing hour!
because drinkin’ at 50
is harder than it was
at 49.
cheers, fucknuts!
4.19.21
“eucharist”
here i am
on my knees
at the altar
with 3-fingers of havana c
and a box of white-cheddar cheezits.
i don’t think this is what
the preachers had in mind,
but 1/2 my prayers
have done been answered.
so lord, how ‘bout jennifer lawrence
and that world peace?
amen.
4.19.21