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 naked straddling the City of Angels.
She is thirsty for hippie-blood, ours.
Every minute is a diamond, hours are tiaras.
Like a beautiful woman dying of cancer
Our village counts the days,
Each a gift of infinite pleasure.
Is anything sweeter than another empty day?
And Love has no value but is value, not a means to
measure;
A community is bound together by that stuff.
And every tree and chimney, a pin for placement of this
web of love.
And every heart, a spider.
Filed under: Poems, Random crap on July 20th, 2003
YEAH! FUCK EM!!!
Down with the man
down down into the fiery depths of capitalism
despair
Yeah dude thats so awesome the man is always watching
always watching man that kind of bullshite won’t pass for long
soon ther secert robots are gonna after us
kill the man
killthe man before they drive us out