Sunday, August 14, 2005

And Now, TWO NEW POEMS!

4.
The governor’s porcine daughter retreats from the
Moldy mansion into the
Pool accompanied by an
Enlarged, twisted sense of general self-loathing.
Was I as enlightened about the change as I had hoped?
What color is your uterus?
The problem is in the corn, for pigs
For us, it’s abortion and infertility
Fennel, and the Chinese.


5.
O God with a
Curved mouth, big
Body, refulgent
O Lord
I have done much repentance and prayer
Unto thee
But God does not hear the humble cries
Of priests; only the pleas of butches
And of Gandhi
In the banquet hall
At the Institute of the Deaf.
Kill the President
The squanderer that twisted every joint
Until they cracked like the Widow Smith fucking
America amongst the dried faggots.
You Americans are all faggots and
Still, you attack my country
And unleash the devil in me.
Rattlesnakes, maybe
But we didn’t hear no rattling
The night the blind
Guy raped you in the bathtub.

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