THE HUMAN CONDITION
Did it begin with the ninth?
Certainly it had begun by Bolero and Ride of the Valkyries?
Flushed with a microwave erection, society moaned fuzzy cusps
We wasted our last florin of diesel setting fire to the rest of our money
What horse thief realizes that if the primes are not composite enough in their implementation, then hypnosis is secreted into the hemoglobin highway?
Things blend into each other
Tables turn into inattentive spheres
The pipes become enflamed with resentment
Little black worms lined the wet inner epidermis of John Q. Public
This wretched species shall fish tail into oblivion
Does that always happen, or just 73% of the time
At least the ocean will survive if donkeys quit fucking elephants
JUSTICE
As the waves receded in my perception only, a man with great rolls of fat like ovulating surf entered the capsaicin bar
I envisioned immediately filling the spaces between his rolls of fat with nutrient rich black dirt and then planting Bonsai trees amidst
And subsequently sewing crest to crest with fuchsia hemp fibers
Then and only then will this paralyzed earner
Who does nothing with his life but quietly seek empty comfort
Who is by extension killing, and raping, and destroying every decent element of value on this earth as much as any slum rapist or armory banker could ever do
Then and only then will this selfish slob have real merit and deserve the luxury of euthanasia
And I, a capricious warrior-poet never to busy for unsolicited altruism-was just the man for the job
Lucidly, he fatally gagged on my cum in the bathroom of a Baptist convention in some picturesque little town of Occidental Tennessee
I performed the necessary surgery the following sunny April morning, stuffing the extra flesh into an empty gin bottle and sending it to Jerry Falwell with a picture of George Bush masturbating
ART OR RELGION
The only thing I have against Buddhists is that they're cowards
Silence is Violence
Carpe Diem and Detachment
Be in the world but not of it
Quit talking and start doing
You addict of art
You can't appreciate all the good art that deserves it that is fruitfully didactic
So appreciate none, all that you ought to know is contained in every microchasm of the universe, in every grain of sand, on the tip of every singed pubic hair'¦loom
LANGUAGE OR ANTI-RADICALISM
My sprachkritik will make Wittgenstein look like the resident cock-sucking midget for a Rumanian circus, who makes the same as a doctor under those commie pig-dogs
They moved from Moscow to Brussels,
And they've traded their machine guns for vibrators
But make no mistake, every President of every syndicate, in whatever form it grows is reflection, he will sodomize, by obligation, his daughter before she marries, just as each generation before him has.
Each night, I pray to God, by which I mean Wyatt Earp, for two things:
To die on my feet
And for all terrestrial shame to sublimate into a jade-feminine sky
Then I lay in the fetal position and hope to hell I don't die
It is my humble aspiration on this here expedition to collect one figurative tooth from each DNC whore so that I can finally make a voodoo doll with some teeth.

© By Paul M Smith Spring 2005

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