Sunday, June 07, 2015

Junehilation



Summer is the cruel season.
                         Plagues, wars, natural disasters
                         connive to abash cunning reason.

In the hollow between shoulder blades,
where tucked wings tremble,
                                     we'll make space.
             
                Bound in plush layers
                we'll autumn away
                fresh infernos,
             
                                     never forsaking Sun.





Monday, May 25, 2015

Rest


           Steps away
         from the bridge
          the men tarry

    Beneath crumbling stone
            blue deep
      as immutable sky
           overcomes

          They capsize
     like corrupted columns
           in damp grass

          Heads lost in
        the collation of
       breath and water.

Confession


I smuggle thought
from shores of fear
and covet distance
to slight what's near.

Bread and wine
have no taste,
no breath of life,
no blood, no grace.


Thursday, May 07, 2015

Rissa Rendered


Hair shortly cropped
like felled poppies
gently lopped.


Long lashes trail
ripe fruit mashed
to bitter gel.

The Mistral takes
her breath.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Macabre Mockery in Couplets, "The Scourge of the Skeeterman"

The Scourge of the Skeeterman
 
 


Peters fixed the foil over his window on a cold fall night,
Plopped on his old plaid couch prepared for perverse delight.
A storm was brewing, and just then, he took out a videotape
Titled Sorority Cumguzzlers 3 and took off his cape.
 
There he sat nude, a jar of Vaseline at his side,
And pushed the video inside with a degenerate slide.
Busy at work he couldn't hear the lightning above,
Or the housefly buzzing over his balls in glove.
 
At the moment of climax lightning hit.
The current struck the fly as it bit
Peters swollen balls and created a reaction
That changed his libido and killed his erection.
 
The housefly's passion had entered his swollen nuts,
And a longing for houses made him forget porn sluts.
From that day forward Peters took on an alter ego,
From a mild mannered shut in who never left his abode,
 
To a freak who, by day, taught poor children to read English
And on Sundays robbed Church pantries of cream filled Danish,
At night stalked suburbs shrouded in his cape and hood
Cursed, like a fly, to sexually assault each abode.
 
Reports filled the news about a strange man who stalked
The suburbs at night and left a mark: dried splooge, chalked.
A task force was set up to end this nightly scourge,
Headed by Detective Wigfury and his partner Tackurge.
 
Wigfury made a special televised statement to the people,
That attempted to bring solace to all, like a church steeple:
"Thish fweak will no wonger unshettle the pubwic peashe.
My partner Tackurge and I will shee that he'll peahweashe!"
 
The people were pacified and knew Wigfury would succeed.
They were tired of the nightly assaults and chalky white seed
That marred their houses because of that caped freak.
Within days Wigfury and Tackurge ended the streak.
 
Two A.M. on a moonless night, children skipped rope on the street,
As Skeeterman crept past in his dark cloak poised to skeet.
After each emission he'd scream up to the sky "Skeet Skeet!"
And the children playing jacks and skipping rope would freak.
 
On one fateful night, in Wigfury's posh Lexus, RHCP was blasting.
Tackurge was singing "Dani California" 'til another noise casting
Made him turn it down: they both knew Skeeterman was near.
Wigfury told "Tack", in a hush, the noise was "Vewy cwose to wight here."
 
Across the street they saw a gaunt figure in a cloak
Kneeled over and, at a furious pace, he stroked.
Tackurge jumped out and shouted, "Stahp! You freak Skeeters!"
He didn't hear, possessed, not the mild mannered Peters.
 
Wigfury too lept out and shouted, "Sheashe you poivoit!"
But Peters had to Skeet and he was very adroit.
They were close and aimed their pieces,
Skeeterman turned around and aimed his penis.
 
As shots from their pistols entered his frail prow,
His last load, in ropes of skeet, hit their enraged brows.
Skeeterman died. From his ashes rose a cloud of flies
That ate the skeet from Tack and Wigfury's eyes. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Sunsets Bright


Uncle Ron

In the green shirt, with my Dad and older brother, Tim.

Ron was the first person who spoke to me as another person, an equal, in my childhood. I will never forget our talks and his tender intelligence. He passed but will never go. His voice, the faint trace of cigarette odor in his room, and most of all his laughter is indelibly with me. Ron was more than my Uncle, he was one of my best friends in childhood.

Friday, March 06, 2015

Moon a Giant Traffic Lamp Over Street's End


Here is Rose, Here Resist Leaping to Easy Conclusions (Gillian Rose on Hegel)




     " As in the System der Sittlichkeit and in the Phenomenology of Spirit, Hegel shows that, on the one hand, the standpoint of subjective morality arises out of bourgeois property relations, and on the other hand, that the standpoint can equally justify immoral as well as moral acts. It is utterly self-contradictory. The natural will defines itself in a number of ways, as 'good intention' or in relation to the 'welfare' of others. These definitions separate the motive from the deed, and, as a result, responsibility for the consequences of any deed can be avoided on the grounds that it was intended to serve the welfare of others, and hence had a good intention. In this way acting in one's own interests and any crime can be morally justified."

          --- Gillian Rose, Hegel Contra Sociology, Ch. 2, Politics in the Severe Style.


(Exposes bomb cratered roads of "good intention" created by "Welfare States" and their "Humanitarian Interventions".)

Monday, February 02, 2015

This Punctual and Studious Man Remains a Terrorist in 2015

"And the freedom in question is the most innocuous of all---freedom to make public use of one's reason in all matters. But I hear on all sides the cry: Don't argue! The officer says: Don't argue, get on parade! The tax-official: Don't argue, pay! The clergyman: Don't argue, believe! (Only one ruler in the world says: Argue as much as you like and about whatever you like, but obey!)"
"An Answer to the Question: 'What is Enlightenment?'"---Immanuel Kant

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Tyrant Who Sponsored Terrorism Lauded in Western Media as Moderate Reformer(Not Obama)

Client state billionaire despots who arm and fund terrorists are great for Empire (Scene from Buddy Film "The Road to Tehran via Syria").

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Ethnic Cleansers, Despots, and Free Speech Deniers March for Islamophobia

Netanyahu, Hollande, Merkel, Abbas, and King Playstation(Jordan) have all jailed dissenters for reckless speech and done much worse. Here they solemnly support Islamophobic Propagandists. Will there be a march for all the Mosques in France and Sweden attacked, sometimes bombed, in the past weeks?

Friday, January 02, 2015

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Individual Mysticism



"...anyone wishing above all to avoid the religious dimension should consider that the intense individualism which has focused our attention exclusively on the social-contract model is itself thoroughly mystical. It has glorified the individual human soul as an object having infinite and transcendent value, has hailed it as the only real creator, and has bestowed on it much of the panoply of God."

             ----Mary Midgley, Evolution as a Religion, Ch. 18, pg. 189-90.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Song


Despite vastness above the Universe is finite.

Lucid silence overwhelms, measure's hand indicts.

From our first beat to the cry of tongue

Beginning is the end of song.


     

Friday, December 12, 2014

John Brennan, Bi-Partisan Global Crime Lord/Lackey: Obama's Head of the CIA, Supporter and Participant in Torture Program under George W. Bush. Architect of Obama's Signature Drone Strike and Extra-Judicial Drone Strike and JSOC Assassination Policies.

"Speak to them boldly and you rouse anger and resentment with your candor, while deference and humility only make them suspicious. Deal with them honestly and they think they are being insulted, approach them humbly and they think they are being tricked. They take criticism much worse than others, being tyrants after all; but praise they don't like because they doubt its sincerity. Where the greatest benefit of all is concerned, a tyrant is the most impoverished, because he can never hope to know real warmth and friendship. Keepers of savage lions will sooner feel affection for those brutes than tyrants will be loved by their sycophants and petitioners."
---Dio Chrysostom, Oration 6.

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Prepared to Escalate Role of Victim of Congressional Obstruction

"My own achievements may not be particularly praiseworthy, for they are trifles, but my intentions, I feel, are commendable even among the gods, for I lamented and wept, and outdid you in grief."
---Libanius, Letters, 140.