Friday, October 2, 2009

narwhaliana

LITTLE LINEAGE SONG

Some say to wait
is to shit on everything

Some say not much
is worth shooting

besides the balls
of the one who screwed you over

Oh, I know your story...

You live to shoot art in the tchotchkes
with a toothpick in your teeth

I see you in a chalet-shaped steakhouse
built by your dad who stuck his dick

through all those glory holes






DON'T ARGUE WITH THE FUCKER

to a painting
little matters

it's the bedside
of Drowned Time





TO A NARWHAL


You're smart to keep above
the Arctic Circle at all times.

This is where you have it
all over The Dodo.

You live and die
without pain in the ass metaphors.

You even luck out & die swimming,
certainly not hooked up to a respirator

agonized over by relatives
or amateur theologians.

Lucky Snaggle-Toothed Bastard!

All your children are swimming tards
too, who never even return

for therapy, bed, board

or revenge murder.







MOST POETS

A dig
A meal





WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE PORN STAR NAMED "SNOWFLAKE?"

She melted one spring
on the lapel
of Johnny Wad

who was wearing
that same funereal
Puerto Rican blue tux

Napoleon Dynamite
wore to the prom.

It's a long story

we've made short
for your attention span.

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