Zip Caustic Poems

 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, ...