Black Friday
Dirty Gravy
Dark Meat
Broken Spun
Over Done
Past Due
Running Out of Reality
Second By Second...
Nothing Other
it's funny how they promise a better
world if elected but in reality they
stick us with another fucking library
filled with goofy lies and ridiculous
artifice in a revision of history that
never happened...
Zero Point
Absolutely Me
it seems like you've got something
to prove but no one to prove it to...
Good Brew
Liquid Trance
I prefer boozing in solitude because
imbibing alcohol is an original sacred
ritual meant for transcending illusions
of the world and accessing true self
much like taking yage and peyote or
waking the mind through prolonged
sessions of extreme meditation...
Modern Perversion
Autonomous Moods
"that this is the gift
and I am ill with it;
it has sloshed around my bones
and brings me awake to
stare at walls.
musing often leads to madness,
o dog with an
old rag doll.
into and beyond terror.
seriousness will not do,
seriousness is gone:
we must carve from
fresh marble.
hell, jack, this is wise-time:
we must insist on camouflage,
they taught us that;
wine come down through
staring eye,
god coughed alive
through the indistinct smoke
of verse.
the light yellow mamas are gone.
the garter high on the leg,
the charm of 18 is 80.
and the kisses, snakes darting
liquid silver have stopped:
no man lives the magic long.
until one morning it catches you;
you light the fire,
pour a hasty drink as the psyche
crawls like a mouse into an empty
pantry.
if you were El Greco
or even a watersnake
something could be done.
another drink.
well, rub your hands and prove
you are still alive.
walk the floor. seriousness will
not do.
this is the gift,
this is the gift...
certainly the charm of dying lies
in the fact that very little
is lost."
Bukowski, The Gift
