lets blame
it all on the events of January the twenty ninth.
yeah, im looking over a four leafed swastika
with twin cams and high carbohydrates,
ready to burn.
you got the wrong set of wheels. i cant
roll back the odometer either.
its backed into a wall and crushed a suitcase
in its wake; just look at the price of gasoline....
who knows what that may mean karmically.
welfare cheats and tired meat, they breath
their carbolic dehydrations in the air and i can almost see the flecks;
on the subway at west fourth street at
6;53 PM this evening they scurried and ebbed and flowed like so many worms,
so many germs, it was all i could do to
not run screaming in the other direction;
i keep a close watch and a box of handiwipes
close at hand,breath shallow and avert your eyes.,
in the born again compassion, it does
not convince me im afraid.....feckless as i am.
its almost a Hasidic dilemma, but there's
no forcing the issue, or making her shave and look frumpy, that just don't
even approach it.
things that begin with m for $200 please,
Alex.
every day i slip into unfamiliar territory,
which is my skin when i exit the dream.
id like to slip into her familiar crevices.
id like to strap her on.
those nether lands.,the nether regions,
the hind quarters are drawn and quartered, im drawing straws like a needle
in a haystack.
weathering the nether weathered regions,
i feel mysterious today.
lets survey the damage:there's a constant
wringing on the left which is sometimes tempered by the gentle hum of the
BQE,otherwise the warm whited hiss of the computers that surround me a
keep me warm with their radiations and a security in how i (inter)face
the world.
let me tell you a story about an evil
little girl:
she axed the wrong question:
"what are you thinking?"
nothing can erect a wall quicker.
SHUT UP!
lost in the sundial, hidden in the shroud
of the rain and chasing the space between drops,
i am proud of the reign but humbled by
my own uselessness.
too often i forget to breathe, my brain
wills my lung to deflate.
is any of this getting through to you?
i hope not, its not supposed to,.
it aint a pretty picture, but my life
never was a Kodak moment, even tho i would prefer to imagine it that way.
well my obsession began as a reward, a
guilty pleasure;
before long i found myself devouring the
minutiae of Tom and Nicole's rocky relationship, or production difficulties
on the set of lord of the rings, in all earnestness;
i admit i have a problem;an addict on
every level.
y'see you do a sweep and distill, be a
filter sifting thru postmodern discarded ephemera, like why you troll the
streets on garbage nights and poke thru trash cans.
more chocolate; am i missing moldy peaches?
i rent space in my head way too cheaply
and look where it gets me.
bad tenants, bad tenancies with worse
tendencies.
architects of adversity, the place should
be condemned.
turn off all beepers and cell phones,and
extinguish all smoking materials.
stand clear of the doors, stand clear
of the windows.
ive chosen to live just for now;ive chosen
to live just to spite you.
staring daggers can pierce my armor, but,
your honor, i never m-meant to harm her.
it was an infrared attraction,damn,its
those confounded foetus pheremones,they get me in to trouble every time.
too powerful for their own good.
they really get the juices going.
its like a velvet glove concealing a horseshoe,
a hand from above that's holding a corkscrew.
a canary in a coalmine who couldn't even
get a baseline buzz if you held her head in a rainbarrel,them enzymes are
working overtime so watch where you lavish those compliments.
its all French to me anyway, mostly is
these days.
time to stuff the bodybags.
she had a tumor so i couldnt let her live,
or that may just be a rumor, you know,ive got a MIND LIKE A SIEVE.
i done crossed over that invisible line.
there has been a serious diminishment of brain cellery.
the odds may be in the graveyard's favor
but there aint no way to diminish the flavor.
SHUT UP!
someone oughta tell poor little jg that
Sammy Davis jr. may not be the best role model in the world.
J.G.Thirlwell
www.foetus.org
Original source: Gothic II,
2002, published by Schwarzkopf and Schwarzkopf; edited by Peter Matzke
and Tobias Seeliger.
© 2002 Schwarzkopf and Schwarzkopf
20 Feb '03