Awesome Shirt, Better Message(h/t Emma Quangel)

"Wish on a Toilet Roll"

Arborescent Eclipse

"Lord Byron at 55"(Oil on Laminated Wrap)

Nice T Shirts

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.

City Smitten

Over a Decade of the Global War on Terror's Fascist Progeny: Well Armed White Supremacist Islamophobic Bikers Rally at Muslim Community Center in Phoenix

Neo-Nazi Attendees 

Organizer of Event

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.

Did You Ever?

The Horror

"You may be sweet and nice..."

Nel tempo dei gigli

Siena, 2010.

Rissa Rendered

Hair shortly cropped
like felled poppies
gently lopped.


Long lashes trail
ripe fruit mashed
to bitter gel.

The Mistral takes
her breath.

Senses Checking Out

Happy May Day

Red Army Conquers Berlin

From Ferguson to Baltimore, Police Murders Lead to Show of Force

Ostentation of Desert Camo in Urban Setting.

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. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prickly Tree

Medieval Pornography.

Sprouting Wood

Imperial Angel's Feathers Ruffled

Richard Engel, Center. Dupe or Collaborator? Does it Matter?

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.

Isidore Ducasse, Creator of Maldoror

Bob Schieffer, Shit Piled in a Suit, Blames Palestinians in Gaza for IDF Slaughtering Their Children, Calls Putin a Wannabe Tsar, and Then Insanely Claims the World is Mad

Infinite Grace

Not an April Fools: US Military Announces Sending Soldiers for Training Exercises of Neo-Nazis in Ukraine on Hitler's Birthday

Excellent Cartoon

What's the Best Way for a Brutal Dictatorship to Have US Lift Restrictions on Military Aid? Join a Coalition Headed by Monarchy to Bomb a Poor Nation

http://www.washingtonpost.com/world/national-security/obama-administration-ends-long-hold-on-military-aid-to-egypt/2015/03/31/6f528c2c-d7d6-11e4-8103-fa84725dbf9d_story.html

"Now that I'm found, I miss being lost."

100% Grade A Liberalism(Head of Human Rights Watch Suggests Saudi Arabia Spare Civilians in Unprovoked Bombing of Another Nation)

Spring

National Security Failure Clown Show

Surreal Estate

"If your heart's sixteen"

"Green, green youth what about the sweetness we knew?"

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".)

Night Stroll

No One Is Promised They'll Live

Flora, Play of Light

Counter-Culture Copyright

Holler

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