Monday, August 02, 2004

Abstinence

Where you put this circuit iron
And the sausage that it boils
Beware that it hurts
And pencils in a policy
You don’t do twisters
Or goober
But
And here is the but that counts
But neither do you know the impact of your abstinence
Where I hurt because of the needle that you dint apply
And the substance which you deny
And the moment which negated
And the pleasure
And the passion
Which you did abstain
As a victim of your caution
I spite thee
And pity you
And hurt for it
And would muster
All the mustard
To piquant
The tastelessness
Of your enduring stature
Mass

RC

Bi-polar

Rattle rattle
Amber amber
Squander squander
Whine whine
Statuary statuary
Mélange, mélange
Beleaguered embittered
Ostentatious ostrich
Canadian bird migration
Going south
After the long hunt
Going south
After survival
But earth changes its polarity
Magnetic north
Now going south
Birds noses sniff out a trajectory
Where the hyperbole
Of nuance driven projectiles
Cometh once more
Twice in the same year
Beleaguered North pole
And a billion ducks will die
But still there is more
And yet no North for those with an iron nose

RC

Degrease the grease

Degrease the grease
A yellow being
Squanderer of daffodils
A master of the race
And ax cleaning with my blood
He seemed a gastric malady
Of looped sporadic
rubber hoofed
And squandering
Hermaphatolopous
Degrease the grease
A yellow being
Walked into the mastodon
And sparked a sire of desire
And plunged a naked knife
And promised whole
A drift of mind
That sole imaginings
Acquired
Degrease the grease
A yellow being Aspire

RC

Your pumpkin tort

Don’t suffocate
you shrinking
deadbolt on your collard bone
The sideways motion of your dizzying
air vacuumings
And your nose is bleeding drop, drop
Muscles bare their strength
Your flat!
Your square!
Your not round!
Your spared yourself
From your own justice
And cried out-loud
Your injustice
Come quick
Hide with me
In my strong hold
Is your monkey key
Your arms embrace
Your pumpkin tort
Swindled

RC

rocket feet

Just put some rockets on your feet
And let your toes feel the air rush
In the shrinkage of your wrinkles
You will find an air space
Where you can soar
And not go all clank, clank
As is the case for most of us
Just put those rockets in your rocket feet
And claw your way up and up to heaven
You will find upwards and above
The amphetamine in
…atmospheric air
Your eardrums will bounce with all those picking sounds
And you will twirl
…from despair
…but you just push the red button on your rocket shoes
…let the skeletons absorb you
…stay away
…and wash yourself with air
and wash yourself with air

RC

Its your uterus girl

Its your uterus girl
It doesn’t feel any pain
Put a rock in it
Put a dozen leaves in there
Stuff a sock or a cock
Its your uterus girl
It doesn’t feel any pain
It cant feel anything
Put a hanger in it
Stuff it with the anti-pill-baby
And stuff your fingers all in there
And suck out all its creativity
You don’t worry girl
For the uterus doesn’t feel any pain
Oh hush you silly girl
Your not feeling any pain!

RC

AGT&C

Awakening to the idea
That these triplets could be equaled with a foursome
And doubled dated
Adenine with Thymine
And Guanine with Cytosine
The modest gesture of a spiraling
Ass kissing head
Leads to an unequaled copying venture
Where neither can be beaten
By any future propositions
Except a denuded Nobel pair
One gutted-out of all protein
Rest in peace

RC