you need a swift kick & told to keep moving.
better to spend yrself than to suck the dugs of the last half century.
spectacular, the destruction of the world. theatre.
when satan fell, for instance –
what a fucken day that was!
planets wandered & the stars did nothing, nailed to the sky,
faces at the movies.
when you know it’s over, o misery.
you would have shat yrself.
but him, fucked in the underworld…
man! all god
& totally human, the spirit suffers.
the body also.
if there’s a place for poets in the kingdom, who wants in.
let us mingle.
we shall find consolation for the god shaped hole;
the vacuous tech savvy flippant fucks.
the glib, slick tongued
bucks, the cavalier neveauxs.
what. these moneyed cunts are
bugs, cling to life &
blow i stand
spread. like it’s nothing to me.
i have pride
even tho i shouldn’t.
what explains this better than the conjunction
of mars & jupiter.
it’s a basis for knowledge.
who would have thought. if you’d asked me next month
what i think what i thought.
i would have said & say assuredly
Not & you’re mad & i’d still work
if i won lotto because:
- i wouldn’t know what to do (w myself)
- i need to feel part of the social Unit
- i need to feel useful. productive
- i need to feel sensible,
- (Not. the artist
- of the common