i saw someone my senior

i saw someone my senior
so senior they no longer had a race
their skin had become like a mirror
their hair the branches of an old growth tree
first growth, from when our planet was young.

they asked, had I ever celebrated a holiday? had i ever had an orgasm? had i ever been in love?
i said, yes, many times. & yes many times. & yes.

“Take us into that shade there, which is my death shall finally come.”
but this made me sad, so i selfishly left them to linger and live in the lacerating light
which their deathless flesh, forever fracturing into endless facets and fractals, reflects so brightly
i now trade the glow at great profit
as a renewable source
of power.

Petunia, Skull Fractures

Intrinsic petunia,

skull fractures and faint scars,

the worms endeavor between them,

or we burn in fire.

Hellbent on Holiness

hellbent on holiness

the demon’s guide to bliss

published in a battlefield on a tablet of sand

and here i am, hungry.

hungry for the robbery, the shameful deprivation

with a sweet tooth for sorrow

and a flair for fusion cuisine, she said.

She said so much, she said as much that is to say.

She said:

 ~ flair

She said:

 ~ abyss

Flair for the hungry who thrive on a lie; that is: a way with them.

and to where?

i've always been fascinated by nature

i've always been fascinated by nature. Zarminian said.
no on believed him they'd met him before.
At the tileworks between shifts he tortured the hired labor./



Kentingington was quick with a quip. The Nameless Sombrero was silent,
taking it all in. The Cat in the Cap and the Chap in the Bowler were also surveillance.

th
e
Rabbi
came in
.

Two Ukranians and someone of Another Ethnicity.

{this was a small
but} they were enough to tackle Zarminian.
{some were loyal to cause}
some betrayed us to Zarminian

.

end

Trump, understandably

Trump is predictably appealing to rightwing base's proven love of treason. They blame Obama for dividing country while celebrating those who tried to dismantle Union. They dismiss concerns of collusion with hostile foreign government in thwarting our democratic process as long as it appears to net immediate gains in the halls of power. They betray the nation in service of their twin gods Mammon and Malice. Undeniably -- self-evidently -- this adoration of unpunished traitors has as its bosom companion a damning disdain for our unfulfilled yet foundational belief that all men are created equal.

party a couple doors down

It's a party a couple doors down.
     People cheering each selection of the playlist.
I don't know the language, but that doesn't make it intriguing or mysterious
. It all sounds very ordinary, even
the twist when
the music gets dark.

Bright Sphere Of The New Horizon

A charity for heretics;
A throw down for the damnedest;
A listless commotion imploring their contrition;
Bleached confessions;
easy access;
newly faithful'
Salvation at scale:
one one millionth of a soul per capita,
toward the minuscule realm of heaven.

Cops in Doctor's

I've got an idea for a new show. It's called Cops 'n Doctors. It's another show about cops, & another show about doctors, in one show.

In season finale cliffhanger, they all forget just who's a cop and who's a doctor.

data errata

Christ's got gluten
and Trump's got Putin .

The church and the nation
reward predation .

Ain't no surprise in
what I'm summarizing ;
Them's just rhymes
of unjust times.

Figs

There are rotted figs upon along my path right now reminds me of my past going to hop on the next bus take me where the fire is.

winter & thensome (how winsome, then)

ever fall in love in a kitchen?
ever fall for love on a local call at a long distance rate,
in the damn cold that was blessed,
alert as you were to the charges that would follow?

how about the recipe for the remedy:
a stack'd sandwich suggested by a sister-loving comedienne :
" you should get the bib lettuce, baby, with that,"  she said,
you whyin' in your black and tan.

how about it, weepy sleeve relief, go for joke :
wiping your dry eyes on her shirt
- she's never worn a blouse nor born a houseguest, one tough
   brahmin, this one, works for the common good and could
guard the library of congress -
 {kind of friend we all can praise}

The clouds that frame tonight's sunset

The clouds that frame tonight's sunset are
 like an enticement to join the Heavenly,
 but my time here is not done.

When I fell for you

When I was a hero the people wanted a villain. The villains thought: it was finally their time. But the people needed an innocent villain. so I fell. For the people. I fell for the people.

when i get arraigned for being too slick

play this when i get arraigned for being too slick, and no one will see a problem with that. 

listen to it when the punks call me a fraud, those preening cookie cutter contemptuates.

wind it up tight and unspool it slow and off-pitch and tell my detractors you’re on to them too, while i sing your own song \\\ in the locust torrent \\\ with only spikes to attire me

.

Jack's Surfer

blackout journal

i murdered someone. it wasn’t because i cared. it wasn’t because i didn’t care. it just was. 

the jury understood, so i murdered them because they shouldn’t have. “Oh, you shouldn’t have” I said first.

turns out it was all a sham, a shit sham game of a trap. i was trapped. it wasn’t murder, it was war and i was trapped. That explained it: I was no killer. But now, it was killing time - me or them, us or them by extension. I had to save the day for liberty one bloody hit at a time and it was going to get messy and quick.

chApteR two: The Slaughter Horse

I rode in on the slaughter horse, surprised the bastard partisans. Burst through the barn supply shop on my way, needed some barbed wire to string ‘em up with, as:

 A) warning

     - won by efficient and necessary heartlessness

     - to, like iSaid, save the day for liberty

 B) that as it may, I wasn’t haunted by the smell of it, all through my governorship

three3) At Nights I Lie

1. wake
2. ut also, dishonestly
3. an’t face the 
4. ark truth
5. gads

4: starters

i was hungry, the power was out at the mansion, it was of course out down the hill. Not what I assumed when I assumed power, this sort of inconvenience. How can I even issue edicts when there’s not even no E to dict through? SO, i start a fire. That’s leadership!

Fire: the Second Term

the terms of the agreement were as such: I was in for life. I had slain our way to liberation, and now my reward was anointment as the Burning Cleanser of the Commons. Burned through the People’s cash, sold off their assets, oh how marketedly free they were now just to B) ut honestly, A) lie.

SiX, finally

F) in ally, they killed me. The people, that is, assembled despite differences.   Fucking peasants.

09/18/2016

after a murderous time

after a murderous time he ran off around the jungle, being as it was the time for the next chapter:

r) the next chapter

- 

came dancing into the lonely spotlight

they came dancing into the lonely spotlight and were suddenly apart. the whole circus, alone.

he from then wore a cape. from then he was a noble. separate from all others. 

the shows were as good, maybe, the seating sometime better even. such an odd mystic fable though, this solitude. 

the mage , the scribe, focused on the losses because their accounting was more provocative. she was as fascinated by the cleanest breeze, or more so.

when the tent shriveled from the luminescence and the new mothers diffused the spotlight, there there was an encouraging blur, there were. 

The Devil In This Context

“Straight white folks really fucked the country this time, balls deep and bone dry!!!” THIS was from the Easter Sermon, no less! The preacher jittered, twitched, and exalted. Next we saw, the rooster was upon the altar; a sure sign of the devil in this context. Christ himself was gonna take a Pass this year, except for he loved the colored egg(s). “Sure as it’s red,” said lovely Magdalene, suddenly with proof! (*poof* with the proof, Mary Madgic.) It got him every time, that rouge maneuver; funny, considering how he could do anything. “Oh, just do something!” we cried.

“No need,” He said to us each, “you’re here.”

stayed tuned / in forty-one days…

 ~ Chapter 2: God helps those, but give us a hand already!

Return of the Last Known Appropriater

it was suspiciously reminiscent of his last visit.

don't tell Dino

Last panel of final Dean & Jerry comic, from "The Adventures of Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis" #40, October 1957. (Becomes "The Adventures of Jerry Lewis" with very next issue.)