Irrelevant - sans rapport avec le sujet, hors de propos. (Hamster Jack Halloran, Bedouin Time)
SUNRISE
sun rises up and
snares the poet
long tendrils with suckers
grasp the sea-faring debutante
seductive octopus or othello
neither fish nor moor
nor less nor fowl
the battle for desire
crouches behind closed eyelids
the setting sun of the soul
MERASMUS
Kiss me, you fool, for
There are more things in Heaven and Earth than
Are dreamt of in your philosophic whore
Ratio: one woman or a thousand,
In Roman measure come lay thee down your
Virginal fish and chips,
Silicon to silicone valley, Estonian
Merasmus volley Microsoft
Like a single woman, a single “e,”
Less Female than e-male, fearless yet frail
Betray the feminine memory of your transmutational alchemy –
Kiss me, you fool!
50-50
Fifty is
like fine wine:
well-aged,
full-bodied,
An element of style, and
never before its time.
Unless it's been popped opened
by some idiot,
And spent or spilled or drunk;
then it's just plain rotten old.
A bar stool from the Grinch -- stink stank
strunk.
PAPAYA KING
crown me papaya king
xanadu of leisure
have another crack of coke
another julius seizure
i'll pickle your nostrils
with spasms of dynamite
snot everywhere
and skin and bone and brain
blood type: big o
-- hey, speak up, i can't hear you, little girl!
you're just a big moan on campus
and your great big udders are having a cow
MEMORIES ON ICE
when i see the future i start to lie
i can see it now my name in lights
and my hips smacking pious in the sky
the only reason software is interesting
is if it keeps our memories on ice
i thaw't i saw a puddy cat
a puddle on the floor barking mad
what if your first kiss is no more interesting
go and take the piss out of somebody else
100 MILLION YEARS
piteous sauropods
leafy vegetarians
100 million years without dental floss
doomed to extinction
KRISHNA TIC
i'll put out my eyes for you
i'll put out my fires, too
i am a man i am a golem i am a lump of dirt
in the ghetto with the rain falling
a spiked heel into the mud calling
your bluff spatters all of me, so don't even suggest i flirt
only buddha has an anus that longs for you
a big red fiery sore anus for you
a hard on with nuts and a cherry
TELL ME HOW
i see the flicker in your eyes
of unalloyed joy and imagine
the smile on your face
hidden behind that cloud
of pink cotton candy
tell me how now that
our amusement park
days are over
THERE ARE NO ATHEISTS
there are no atheists in foxholes
nor angels in assholes
no holy in halos
golden brown
it's just your luck persona grata
MAY GOD BLESS
may god bless the tiny tears
that crawl around your head
and baby jesus love you
though he is surely dead
may plagues and fires find you
alone at home in bed
where angels may disturb you
by saying what you said
LIKE SNOWS
Like snows under sea
And flippers flipping free
Like salt-making waves
My lips my lover craves
THE SHEEP LOOK UP
Look no further
The sheep look up
They baa and bleat
And vote with their feet
Fat asses in chaise lounges
Pushing up daisies and smelling like peat moss
"Hey, you! Come here.
Right now!"
Nothing.
"All of you! Over here!"
Nothing.
"Goddamit! Move your furry white asses back into your pen!"
Still nothing.
markmalxxx@highcastle.com (Remove Xs.)