Saturday, March 26, 2011

JTB

O'er the swamps
three paths they wind
An alien pulse beats

Total, divine.
A particle beam dream
Real deal palpability

And from the depths of some crag
they rise
and doom hits warp speed

When my heart is beyond repair,
I want to mellow out with you
on a diamond way
on a heavy day

So let's go down to the beach,
are you eleven?
Are you proud of that?

Jacuzzi Boys

How many bros does it take
to build a great wall of China
out of bar tabs?

Diarrhea Planet

Diarrhea Planet
I'm in it
I am it

And if you shit enough
you'll get it

they're in orbit with a twin
She drowned in a puddle of mudd
Never to be seen again
And if it came down to a touchdown
or a Grand Slam
It'd be the pagan special for me
with a side of turds

and the turds are in me
and the turds are in you

Cy Barkley

His dick hard
His bitch hard

Got all the punk bitches mad
because he annies up the punk
And he has a life force twice the size
of your neighborhood pool
And his God is in your mom's pool
And his God is in your dad's pool
And he has me dreaming of a silver platter
with fruit roll-ups and a
sweltering helping of David Steine

Killer Spin

hand flat
ball poised
joy, rehearsed

Sergeant Fletcher
found thirteen in a shanty,
forced three into conjunction
with himself

And the XBox
blinked Red
and his eyes,
red

how many hallelujahs?
the higher the flag
the inverse of company

Once I went to KMart
With momma
She found deals
in a handicap spot
And I thought of Titanic
When that girl and that guy
swept palms across
frosty windows
And my Stretch Armstrong
peered wirelessly
into my seatbelt buckle
tossed aside like daddy

unbuckled we fled
through the thistle farm
house off Clifton
and Polk rolled over as we
sang Amazing Grace
with the Capitol looming

a wintry punk
filing away discographies
away! O Dada Sled
Away! young stud
go toward the farthest corner
of the stretch
Sartre had many a cigarette
Freud had many a cigar

Donks ride by with women waving
Driven toward the Taco Bell smother
a drunkard, tilling a fertile mind

We'll recline with opiates
Dart through the Civics
with stimulants
SMILE WITH SUCKERS