A Village on Cracking Stilts
And milk-white and hungry as the moon
The girls of morning laugh.
And milk-white and mist-shrouded fall.
And the mountain trembles like a buttock.
“The rangers are lurking, seething with hatred
For the holdouts,” sez Baretta our watch-out.
“Fuck them!” sez I. “Let’s not generate that reality-
Let’s fuck while Rome burns!”
And Rome burns like a traffic flare on PCH.
And Babylon stands […]
Filed under: Poems, Random crap on July 20th, 2003 | 2 Comments »