Frontier

Exuberant violence of new love,
scratches in unreachable places, 
pale spots on sheets

Bigger than number but fragile
as infant's peace

Lightning strikes from 
unseen, incalculable,
electron clouds.

Can we outrun our stars?

Close eyes when we kiss.
Dare not fall into black hole pores.
Pull my hair as you take me
below horizons where the dewy
abodes of paradise unfold.

There we'll drink
ambrosial founts of pleasure
with the alacrity 
of misers fondling treasure.

Gentrification of the Soul

We ask for
oblivion.


Release memories.


Pulling the gold
of hair back
as you vomited
into a paint bucket
outside Lena's van........


Forget me
stealing money
from your
coin bottle
for ice cream.

A mutual truce to
wipe away
the dust of
the past

taken up
as motes
lost in the blue
immensity.


We'll forget
times when,
unknown to others,
we shit ourselves,
spoke untruths,
or played the poltroon

and smile
in clean rooms
awaiting
new dust to
unsettle.

Milk Saucer Moon

Feline night
beckons with
brazen eyes.

Darkness, slack and pliant,
warps freedom
to misguided ways.

Recondite as a child's
precocious metaphysical
queries of why,

the milk saucer moon
hangs halved above.

My clouded head craves 
indubitable Sun 
to whisk green cats away
and break blameless day.

Already

In a holler
where toy trains
rest under
last year's leaves

Dreams a
comforting
surrender

an inequality
on the map
of tenderness.

She smiles
knowing
what must never
be said

Has

Already
tindered rays
from my eyes

to hers.

The Celebrity Culture Presents: "The Clintons: Banana Republicans"

"Party is the madness of many, for the gain of a few." ---Alexander Pope. Prologue: This election season has brought Americans a fairy tale in the form of a nostalgia mixed with a name and cronyism under the aspect of "experience" and "two for one". Looking deeper a person who has the ability to think easily sees the phony celeb culture swindle leading some into supporting a celebreality version of a Banana Republic. Where the years 1992-2000 were a Golden Age for the United States and the world. And all because a certain charming man was President. And his wife stood by her man and, by playing victim, became half the politician he was with the same opportunism and ambition--i.e. was easily elected to the Senate by the fine voters of New York and dutifully supported the Republican President in his war, his venture to destroy civil liberties and, if he chooses, his next war with Iran. In the following I will break down the Nostalgia for the Golden Age and paint it as a palpable lie. Secondly I will dissect the media circus which obfuscates the tenuous "experience" of a spouse who speaks as if being a duped spouse is political experience. Third I will also discuss the cronyism--money, friends who are willing to slander opponents, and the sad spectacle of an ex-President shilling for his wife without any class. I. The Fool's Golden Age: "Those times were pretty good"--President Clinton, Iowa, 2008. Even in comparison to today the nineties were not so great. Unemployment was lower, the market was lower, we had a dot-cum bubble and the average working wage was lower versus purchasing power. More people per capita were incarcerated in the US than in any other time and Mr. Clinton felt it necessary to add new measures to the insane 'War on Drugs" by endorsing Mandatory Minimums into sentencing. These measures destroyed so many lives and overcrowded prisons with poor blacks and latinos. People Clinton always states he loves--and the media echoes him as if he was a Political Narcissus. Lest we remember Sistah Souljah and Rodney Ray--The retarded black man Clinton witnessed executed as his last act as Governor of Arkansas on Election eve to show he was tough on crime. His record on Civil Liberties was surprisingly a mirror image of President George W. Bush's. After a major terrorist attack by an American at OKC what does President Clinton do? Why he proposes the American Anti-Terrorist Act. This act was duly passed and began the assault on Civil Liberties which continues to this day. Another wonderful thing President Clinton did was to allow Federal Agents to murder over 30 children at Waco to protect them from a "sexual molestor". Afterwards, of course, he shifted the blame on this event to his Attorney General--Janet Reno. This is a recurring pattern with President Clinton. When he fails, it was or is always someone else's fault. Caught having his cock sucked by an intern in the White House was a Right Wing Conspiracy headed by Special Prosecutor Kenneth Starr. He first tried to mobilize his staff to blame Monica Lewinsky as a stalker. But the impeachment scandal was a bagatelle. More Iraqis died during the Clinton years by a ratio of 5 to 1 than under the present administration. The Sanctions and years of carpet bombings(one on the eve of the Impeachment) led to over 2 million Iraqis dying. Mostly women and children from starvation and lack of medical supplies.(No explosions for CNN)Most forget his glib refusal to do anything to help Rwanda by stating that aid "is not in the strategic interests of the United States." A genocide occurred and Clinton again blamed others. Mainly the UN. But when a phoney "genocide" popped up in Kosovo! The Bombs fell! It was a joint NATO mission. We bombed urban areas with Cluster Bombs and bombed caravans of Kosovar Albanians and then when peace came from attrition we declared victory. We helped Al Qaeda backed drug runners, the KLA, win a separatist war and then sat back as Serbians were ethnically cleansed from Kosovo. Now Kosovo is a mess nobody wants to touch. And we all forget the fiasco in Somalia. But times were good! He balanced the budget! No, he didn't. Don't believe the hype. The President along with the Republican Controlled Congress balanced the budget. And we had two crisis where the Government shut down--and President Clinton blamed the Re- publicans. People who voted for and like President Clinton believe the man can do no wrong. Even when he is caught and, childlike, lies outright about what he was caught doing. He is very charming--With no substance. It is amusing his wife is running partly on his "Legacy"--which is?? Megalomania? Doing everything to court voters so far as to do a poll as to see which Dog is most popular with Americans...He was led by his need to be liked and his dick.....Sad. II. The Politics of Distraction: Experience and the Newport Deal The media circus never ends. The name Clinton magically invokes so much. Soap Operatic bad taste. Naked ambition to the point that family members are carted up to state they actually like you. A former President lowers himself to playing bully at polling sites and steps in front of every camera available to talk about who(?), why "me". On campaign stops he introduces his wife by mentioning the words "I" and "me" ninety times in 5 minutes. What a guy. And his spouse runs on experience and is never questioned. Are her eight years as Arkansas First Lady and eight years as the US First Lady "experience"? Sure she was a corporate lawyer for Wal-Mart for seven years. And a Real Estate Lawyer for years. Before that she was a "Goldwater Girl" and worked as an Legal Aid during the Impeachment Hearings for President Nixon. Her experience as Senator of New York has largely been a cipher. She won her election against a no name and utilized money and her name to win as "the victim". As a Senator her voting record is atrocious. She backed Bush's foreign policy fiascos, (which she now criticizes), with more hawkishness than other Republicans. And, even during the campaign, still votes Bush carte blanche to attack Iran. Political opportunism in every move, but not as smooth as her husband. A whiff of nostalgia and Bubba alongside we get the media circus "two for one" deal! Like inner city blacks buying Newport Cigs that'll kill 'em the Clintons offer themselves to minorities as "people who care". The Clintons always and have ever been for themselves and for the people who donate them money. Be it the upper class folks of New England and Silicone Valley--"Liberals" who like to care with words and sentiments but not with tax cuts or any real help--"God forbid they move into our neighborhood!". Yuppies love the Clintons. Their duty free "Liberalism" is like a Gentle Laxative which gives them the rhetoric but none of the pain of helping others or being just or even making sense or not being cronies. III. Banana Republicans: Cronyism, Same Faces Same Smears. The United States is close to becoming a South American Banana Republic. The Clintons show this with their open utilization of a name, shamelessness(Bubba's attack on the media!), corrupt Chinese fundraising(still!) and allowing friends to sacrifice themselves by smearing opponents for future rewards. Senator Bill Kerrey, a man who used to be respectful, dipped so low as to call Barack Obama "Osama" and reiterated Barack's middle name was Hussein many times during a stump speech for Hillary Clinton. Two former Clinton Campaign operatives were fired by smearing Obama with cocaine charges and kidergarten presidential ambitions. Of course, all of these things were not the Clintons' fault! They knew nothing about it! Which brings to light one of two things--either they run a careless campaign or they knew beforehand and only acted after the media backlash. As the media stands by and acts as if the Clintons are innocents betrayed twice in two weeks by campaign workers! The Clintons have never played dirty politics! NEVER! Funny the smearers and supporters are often the same characters who surrounded President Bill Clinton. Same money, same empty promises and the same opportunism. The Clintons really could care less about party planks. They want the office. The money and prestige that comes with it. President Clinton pardoned enemies who illegally raised money for Republicans as long as they promised to donate huge sums to his Library. In their love of money over principle the Clintons are Republicans of the lowest order. Republicans who talk one game and play another. An interesting moment which brought this to light was former President Bill Clinton browbeating actor and director Warren Beatty for lambasting both parties in his great political satire "Bulworth". Clinton didn't like the truth being told and he buttonholed Beatty for having the audacity to tell it. Beatty walked away laughing. If only Americans could walk away from the Soap Operatic Media Circus that is a disgrace to our Nation. A final note. It is funny to see that supporters of Clinton cannot even bring themselves to laugh at humorous jokes about the former President's infidelity. They are no better than Scientologists who can't laugh at Tom Cruise's speech recently released. Like brainwashed cult members they cannot laugh at things even President Bill Clinton, bon vivant he is, would laugh about in private.

Mons Veneris

The line of
your cheek
is a melody
                     only heard
                     by infants
                     who dream it
                     so beautifully
                     they weep
                     upon waking.

I sway
approximating.
The inner ear
loses itself between
dream and dream.
                              Dizziness.
                              My hands 
                              bank on 
                              pliant shores,
                              the small
                              of your back.

Into spines
Gods pipe tunes 
inciting bodies
like stars
to collide 
and burst.

Little Freddie the Angelus

Spiriting paper slips from brothels

to billiard halls of a coal smothered
town...
Freddie's blue, intelligent, eyes stayed
cloudless and discrete.
Men awaited numbers cloaked in smoke.
Their coarse affection
came over him in gestures
--fat, gold crusted, fingers
tousled his black hair
or poked his ribs--
the unspoken love of those
who shared sin.
Sometimes he was allowed to tarry.
Freddie watched, studying the
cruel geometry of loss or gain.

Interminable nights spent

suffering the ineluctable
curse of blood,
brother misery cheated sleep...
breath burned his heart as
three slept in one room.

The door closes behind 

and he welcomes dirty air.

Rough hands pass paper slips
marked with strange codes coldly.
The man smiles enviously
as Freddie sprints unburdened,
spiriting away ashes of night.

Ton Éclat Fatal et Pur

Smell of perfume
mingled with smoke,
add sweat
and somnolence,
you've attained
the mise en scène

an addicted chanteuse
chokes in a lit corner
where dust never collects

it doesn't merit
terza rima

rivers of vomit capsize
wasted craft,

a discerning God's

tidal edict.

the bass line drones
pharma-nepenthe

we rest in
her reflection

we want malady
on the cusp
of martyrdom

Never sing such darkness.

We redact the dream
and blunt beauty's knife

to dullness.

waves break over shut eyes.
please, don't ask us to think

welcome the fair sun
into sweet slumber,
fetal-ly curled up
on dew licked hills

mother?
did your breath
cut beauty's sharpness
into our lungs?

we cried when
light seized us
from the warmth
of dark water

we can't bear

this brightness.

give us novelties,
divertissements.

dance is a test and
we can't stomach ideals.

Beauty, redeem hearts
born broken.

Happy New Year

"This year could be our year."

-------The Thrills, "This Year".



Allow the pornography of misery to fade with the
collapsing TV tubes...Plug the airwaves away and avoid
the black and white marks smudging your fingertips and
enjoy one night with the people you love. Sing and dance
and don't forget to burn the past year in a passionate
kiss. To all of those I love and can't sing or dance with---
or kiss----

Happy New Year!

May the New Year truly be your year, too.

Kalstradamus----Predictions for 2008

Written In Blood


I did pretty good foreseeing 2007. Pakistan has become a headache--Britney has
mounted a comeback----Not bad--here I go, fearless and eyes opened wide, into
the future!


1. Senator Barack Obama will be elected President of the United States.

2. The Vice President will be Senator Joseph Biden

3. President George W. Bush will leave the White House with an
upswing in popularity. Two factors: 1. The continuing strong economy.
2. The growing success in Iraq. Peace will not be made between
the Israelis and the Palestinians because the Israelis have no desire
to be just or humane.

4. Vladimir Putin will survive an assassination attempt.

5. General Musharaff of Pakistan will not. (I was off a year.)

6. Osama Bin Laden will die.

7. President Bill Clinton will die in August.

8. Britney Spears will continue to grow in popularity and her
album sales will rebound when her second single is released.

9. Ohio State will defeat LSU for the National Title in NCAA Football.

10. I will be Time's Man of the Year.

11. The Worldwide Climate for the year 2008 will be the coldest in decades.

12. The Dow Jones will break the 15,000 pt threshold in June.

13. Japan and China will reach an Economic and Military Alliance.

14. Iran will suffer social upheaval. Riots will be common in Teheran.

15. Governments will continue not giving a shit about Darfur because of
the massive oil deposits under the sand where the unlucky souls dwell.

16. Ralph Nader will, in early January, come out in support of John Edwards
for President.

17. Love will come.

18. The Indianapolis Colts will defeat the Green Bay Packers in the Super Bowl
27-17.

19. My hegemony shall grow by leaps and bounds.

20. HONY SOIT QUI MAL Y PENSE.

The Best of 2007

It is time to celebrate excellence in 2007.



Best Musical Recordings:

1. Andrew Bird, "Armchair Apocrypha"
2. Ghostface Killah, "The Big Doe Rehab"
3. PJ Harvey, "White Chalk"
4. Band of Horses, "Cease to Begin"
5. Ryan Adams, "Easy Tiger"


Best Non-Fiction Book:

"The Israel Lobby and U.S. Foreign Policy"
--John J. Mearsheimer and Stephen M. Walt

Best Fiction Book:

"Porius"
----John Cowper Powys


Best Motion Picture:

"AssSquirt9071.wmv"
-----Kat


Best Mass Shooting Warning Notification:

Various Web-cam Productions by Korean Mass Murderer
before Virginia Tech Massacre.


Best Title and Music Sequence of Mass Shooting by 24 Hour News Channel:

"CNN: Mall Massacre in the Heartland(Omaha)"--
Producers and Musicians ashamed to name themselves.


Best New Commemorative Item for Massacre:

Candles and Paper Plates(tie)


Man of the Year:

Vladimir Putin

Woman of the Year:

Britney Spears


Comeback Person of the Year:

Mass Shooter


Best Quote of the Year:


"Senator Clinton did not approve or have foreknowledge of the
statement I made regarding Senator Obama."

Two separate, former, Clinton staffers on two separate occasions.



Best Sign History Repeats:

Bush haters aping Clinton haters.



Ah 2007! What a year! Look forward to my predictions for 2008!

No Balance

The moon's crooked smile gave night an anxious
air. A silvery, cloudless, face expanded above my
head dry as a waking thirst.


A premonition made me call. How to explain these
occult urges? My friend's voice rang hollow. His
breath left him in bursts-- like it was escaping a cold
room.
I consoled his worries with hope.


On a cold, lighted, table his brother passed. The oxygen
rich air did its best to fill my best friend's shattered breast.
I imagine he wept hard and restrained, his face a clenched fist.
Even his pictures of the next day, albeit with a new friend,
couldn't hide a man sucker punched by grief.

In Memoriam Mac. In his heart you will run strong forever.


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Later, lighter news awaited my warm eyes. A beautiful Card
and Gift arrived from Texas. Our glorious Bidet sent me something
humorous and thoughtful. I savoured the humor, but not as much as
I will savour the gift on a happier day.

Thanks for the needed laughter, friend Bidet. Your sense
of timing is only eclipsed by your goodness. Bless you.

I hope your beautiful children, kind husband and you have
a wonderful Holidays.

The Cock is crowing. I must go.

Waking Ballad

Soft gold sifts down white sills,
remains of dream's epilogue spills.

Carpet, cold as scales,
grips feet with familiar polity.

The given, silent as cloth,
embraces eyes with assuring gravity.

Night's wake shades eyes darkly
to attain day's shining possibility.

Heliotropic

Fire blossoms in hearts.

Our eyes meet and burn 

keen as a first kiss.  

They shine radiant 

as cloudless noon

devours burnt skin 

with Sun's whet flame. 

Nerves(A Cosmology)

Stars, shocks of heavenly synapses, enlighten.
We bend to their grave arrangement.

Darkness is the song.

Sages invoke eternity
in thrall to the neon din of modernity.

Magdalenes

I

Rouge bruised cheeks
under jaundiced
streetlights assure 

treasures swept neath  

night's thick shade.

Pudenda slack and
pocked as spat-out
gum flutter like

dissipated butterflies
out of ferrous cocoons.

II

An army of heels
conduct the siren song.

The music of night, 

its rapturous throb,
excites the content bourgeois
as darling little babes 

slumber neath clean white sheets.

Kynik Aktaion (Fragment from Memoir)

"What is living will only overcome the tumult of annihilation
in the ecstasy of creation."

Einbahnstrasse, Walter Benjamin, 1928.



My favorite hunting experience occurred as I was walking home
with my brother after scoring a few bucks. Our men cordially
carried the quarry. We ambled home along railroad tracks and
sparrows were twittering in the brush. Having more rounds gave
us a delightful notion. Why not annihilate those precious little 

birds with buckshot?

This experience lifted twin spirits upwards to the Olympian.
We became the Dioscuri. Dancing midst a cloud of feathers the 

spell of powder and shell disintegrated. The bowl of fate was in

our hands! Our bolts flew smiting songbirds to motes!

I thought of poetry and its flights. Annihilating song in tiny birds placed 

us past Poetry. From the Dioscuri to Apollo is but a step.

We shot death-dealing bolts. We were Gods. Are not our eyes
blue as steel, locks gold as Helios?

Thirst

I'm thirsty as dust.

Kiss me.
Sing love into clouds.

Let rain cleanse valleys
where columns rise
proudly.

Shut twilit eyes.

Cosma Akakiova, a Broken Nose, and Puppetry

My nose throbs as I type. I tilt my head
upwards and hear Cosma giggle. She's curled
inside me like a lap dog. I, at times, feel helpless
when I think of mother and what she'd think.

Blood and clear liquid runs from my nose. I called the student
nurse and she told me I was a "worry-wart". Easy for her to
be cavalier. She's not afflicted with a swollen honker running 
like a leaky faucet.
(Whine, Whine.) So to the good stuff. I went out with Cosma.

She took me to her favorite record store, Snatch Monsoon.
A great place! So much stuff by my fave C--- O---! She doesn't
care for him because he tried to score heroin from her in Topeka.
We took a walk afterwards and it was lovely. Night vanquished 
the sky. Stars were bright, no moon to steal their fire! I could
say more about an old bench, proximity, and softness. She was gentle.
Tired and pleasurably disposed, we hopped on her Motorcycle and
sped off. I asked her to take me to the Group Home where I work
to check on some kids. Upon arrival one child, 9 years old, an habitual
pick-pocketer, was throwing a tantrum. It's amazing how strong these
little creatures can be. He picked up a mini-refrigerator and threw it 
at my face. It smashed my nose. What a scene! Cosma's kisses saved 
me from beating the child and we left.
She dropped me off at home and sped away, peeling out with such
élan my heart lept! But I should've been wary. Moonless nights are 
ominous. Cosma veered left on a country road and accelerated to 
80 mph, feasting on freedom as her hair whipped like a mare's tail.
A few miles further she hit a deer head on and flipped off the bike.
She was thrown 400 ft, impaled by three branches of an Oak Tree.
They found her suspended like a puppet.

A Love So Deep Miners Weep Light

Miners' eyes
shed light
like tears.

So deep 
they rend
what was and
haul it up
to fashion 
talismans.

In darkness 
they weep light 
as she digs
into me.