Friday, February 10, 2012

Heavy Hangs the Head. (Sept 2011)

I'm not gonna be the peace-maker, the shit-taker or the Go-Fuck-Yourself when-you're-down hater; It's not for you that I wear this CROWN, it's to remind me that I've been much further down & I crawled through the swamp floor to beg in the reeds at the shore, just burnt near to death in the sand traps of opulent fat cats. So take your attitude and stuff it in a ratty size ten shoe, BBQ it until you're blue because you will know when I'm through with you, & I do.

Ambivalence. (Sept 2011)

Out of the depths of my seas growing tiny trees with knobby knees, and if you please, don't sneeze in my breeze; I don't want to be coated in your head cheese; for when you get too close the waves pull you in and over again & over you will spin, like the head of a stick on a drum as it calls out a roll, not like the hay drying in the sun, the evil Beehimer rolls out having fun in wide open spaces while you're stuck in your chair staring at the same dull faces.