Zip Caustic Poems

 The near fight with a Trump nazi at the supermarket I said, "Send Barron Trump to Iran."  Some Trump guy backed up and started telling me: "Keep your opinions to yourself." I said: "I'm exercising freedom of Speech, you Nazi Fucktard" The Nazi got really mad and approached me with a raised fist. "Do you wanna take this outside?" I said: "Violence? Why do you assholes always resort to violence?" He took his phone and started videoing me. I grabbed his phone.  He yelled: "NOBODY GRABS MY STUFF WITHOUT A FIGHT." I just stood there three inches from his Nazi face. He briskly walked away.  The whole cosmetics department, all Trump supporters, rushed out. We don't like what you're saying, sir", they said to me.  "You're all a bunch of fuckin' Nazis," I said and walked away.  The head cosmetics person spoke to security, and they wanted to throw me out. He declined and let it go. The Trump Naz, I wh...

 Nostradamus once told us we would perish in a final war. Trump just attacked Iran. Putin will more than likely defend Iran. 100 school girls died from Trump's bombs. Are these the final days of man?  Will man prevail? 

 One day, she died. Where did you go? Why did you leave so early? I barely knew you. You left me your blue ceramic cat. I kiss it. I pet it. It meows to me.  You were the original mew.  You were my mew.  I wept like the Virgin Mary weeping for her baby son  lying on her lap in the Pieta Only it's the son crying for the mother the mother who was diaphenous and barely present. Bugessa , the bugger of the bug! Only you could make that joke. Imprinted on my consciousness and soul. 

 So who reads your poems? just me, bro. So, who reads your theoretical writings? Just me, bro. Who listens to your music? just me. Then, nobody gives the slightest shit about your work? nope. just me, bro.  Then why do it at all? because I must. Talent does what it can; genius does what it must.  ebl said that. absolutely goddamned right.  Did you really smoke crack with the black crack whores of Chicago?  Did you really earn a doctorate from UIUC? How do you reconcile these disparate extremes? HOW CAN YOU? HOW DARE YOU?? I loved them all. They sucked my cock, all of them. It was glorious.  But where are the deep tissue allegories  and cross-referenced hidden double entendre? Where are the dense, multi-layered implications from which we can infer your so-called genius? where?  I don't know, bro.  You just simply declare this?  Yes, bro, yes.  But, where is ee cummings, steinem, pound, eliot, ferneyhough, lachenmann, kafka, hafftka, ...

 He Waits Raving, roaring, fuming, igniting, biting, the smashed troll waits in agony. Staring blindly into the whiskey bottle. Tearing at flesh; it smells like ammonia. He eats anyway. Rotund and feeble, the defeated troll smells the farts of yesterday's air. Waiting in agony. Shuddering, quaking, stumbling, falling, the blind sighted troll seizes His cock, but fails to squirt. Terror is a way station on the trip to hell. The troll has hair in his ears, nose, hair on his back, black, thick hair. hair of a gorilla On his back, the Milky Way; a map of benign cancer, like the stars all within light-millimeters of themselves. Alcohol throws him on the couch, sweating, swearing, crying, laughing, waiting in agony. Stringy, greasy hair, red-white greasy beard, deformed nose, and lips too big for the face, long back, short legs, wears a beard to enhance a weak chin, a troll resplendent in his ugliness. And that ridiculous smeel. (smile) What woman could ever love him? In agony, he waits....

 Less Talent Demand the finest from yourself that you could possibly do, and do no less Do not cheat produce diamonds from rough carbon, black as coal, hidden under the earth under you from within comes a long train, boxcars of thoughts and ideas blocking traffic it's gotta get to where it lives out in the open shiny and exquisite even cantankerous as they try to derail the train they put explosives under the bridges they watch you they want to kill your spirit and sometimes they do for awhile but they are limited useless people with big opinions of themselves living proof of the hackneyed coming to life living pseudo-creative lives learning the basics but not contributing much beyond that unoriginal the less talent, the more academic bad ass is scared when he sees the big train with all that cargo car, after car, after car for every passing car is that lowering of the enemy's self worth until the enemy willingly puts himself on the tracks at your mercy