Tag: poetry (Page 4 of 9)

If I die before I wake,
I have some stuff that you can take
My books, please give them to a school
My money, give it to a fool

The gas mask: that goes to the pope
And I don’t care who smokes my dope
My art can go to Johnny Tesh
My liver is for Phillip Lesh

Save my eyeballs for the blind
If Dr. Lecter wants my mind
Then he can eat it with a fork
A dickless man can have my dork

And take my bed: it’s clean and made
My ceiling, too, so you’ll have shade
All that I have, possessions so various
Just please someone look in on Precarious.

Imagine he were brilliant
Experienced
Thoughtful
Charming
Articulate

What if his resume were as long as his tie?

Handsomer than JFK
Wiser than FDR
And a bigger dick than LBJ

Imagine he made you feel safe
Secure
Optimistic
Proud

Even if he was
He’d still be a fucking traitor.

Let your last breath be
“I love you”
Or
“Fuck you”
Anything else is a waste

Do you have a place for us?
A clean dry place
(We’ll settle for dry)
And maybe somewhere to charge our phones

It’s not too many
Just the bass players
And unpublished poets
And the hitchhikers and the drivers that stop for them
Insomniacs and failed astronauts
Obsessives with poor short-term memory
And lapsed romantics in between heartbreaks
People who used to be junkies
And junkies who used to be people
They’re with me
They’re cool
Is there a place for us?

What about just me?
And my wife
She is with child
Do you have a place for us?

You can’t spell “elite”
Without “latte”
Kinda
Spelling’s for bees
I’m a hard-working American

What did facts ever do for us?
Where has competence gotten us?
We’ve tried being reasonable
Let’s ask the phrenologists
Poll the alienists
Maybe Twitter has some ideas
We should deputize the comment section

I say we burn it down

“So, you’re an arsonist?”

Excuse me?
How dare you call me that?
Don’t be a bigot
And accept my opinion
Which is as good as yours
And is that we should burn it all

“That’s arson
Advocacy of which makes you an arsonist”

Don’t put words in my mouth
I never said we should burn anything down
What I said is that we should burn everything down
Fuck your intolerance
You’re the arsonist

Besides: you made me do it
I wouldn’t have burned it all down
But then you said I was going to burn it all down
Just because I said I was going to burn it all down

Don’t be a bully
That’s the worst thing you can be
The worst thing in the world
Do you have a lighter?

Time is a rapist
Doing it just to you
Time is a sadist
Doing it just to you

Time is a one-trick pony
Not so fast in the stretch
She’ll throw you in the corners
Time is a one-trick pony
You only need one trick if it’s a good one

Neither you
Nor I
Will ever know
How much I love you

If there are sinners
Let them sin
If there are spinners
Let them spin

And music
And music
Overwhelms the clocks and calendars
And step-down transformers
For the cleanest power
Controllable

There is a foreign word for this moment

Run round the loge
Concourse, Massachusetts
He should have talked to her
And will remember her for the rest of his life

Put the giraffes in gas masks
They’ll be safe
From the rose bushes
Who are up to no good
And have chemical weapons

The cameras are in the sun now
Hold your phone so it can’t see the screen
Privacy
Security
Your waiter is one of them
Ask for a proxy server
And new water
The one you have been brought was poisoned
Possibly by the rose bushes

When silence equals consent
Then consent equals violence

Why is that man taking notes?
Why are those notes taking pictures?
I did not agree to these terms