My memories are alphebetized and filed in steel cabinets
But at least I've never paid taxes.
These tracks rack my heavy head,
And with consistancy of lose lead I find I make my bed
Eastward and upward and moving forward feels back asswards
And not only have my once-loved-ones forgot their own adivce...
They let street rats dine, dash and flash feces like crack rocks.
School of the soft-knox they bare qualities close to the itch of a chicken pock.
Rockin' failure in the lines on their faces, I've placed this between I and U,
These steel tracks rack, my, how the time does fly when
You've never paid taxes.
And I'm dusting off files close forgotten,
Tucking rotten ones behind other cold cases
Using laughter to mock roofed and mute traces of
Never more and here we go again.
But if only! If only the woodpecker croaked!
Jokes pried from pedestals marked "short lived" -
Six suicides long and my hometowns *** is wound so tight
It actually drops diamonds. of course in spite of this
The majority spit is ****.
Misery takes to masses, foul stench latched, snatched,
Roofed and mute and at least I've never paid taxes.

(Written 3/12)

Anti-pope Francis' ecclesiastical fiat edicts are more diabolical than
grass spider sorcery, Baptistic hex tragical & elemental *** magical
as ****-divin' for King Jezus Chrystus is mechanistically tyrannical
Donny **** & the Dip ***** croon ****-house tunes nightly for free
while **** **** in Walmart's urinals, emptying their bladders of ***
“My **** muscles ache a lot,” Oscar said to his ****** friend Bosie.
“My ***'s a wreck too,” said Bosie, “after you belted my **** rosy.”
I swum *** backwards & back asswards in ******* Lenin's *******
oligarchical statism strewn over a vile/evil corporatocratical model,
till my **** lips shrunk & my broken neck turned into turkey wattle
“Me *** cleft is chapped raw,” Oscar cried to his *** buddy Bosie.
“Me pink ****'s red,” said Bosie, “after you spanked me *** rosy.”
Paul F. McCartney broke our crooked spines with his most favorite
*** Yoko Ono beetle winged pastime: seal hunting with land mines
I write in free-form, like Lenny Bruce who is dead. Folks need their
dogmatical & orthodoxical structures adored, like our criminal Fed.

I swum *** backwards & back asswards in ******* Lenin's *******
oligarchical statism strewn over a vile/evil corporatocratical model,
till my **** lips shrunk & my broken neck turned into turkey wattle

Anti-pope Francis' ecclesiastical fiat edicts are more diabolical than
grass spider sorcery, Baptistic hex tragical & elemental *** magical
as ****-divin' for King Jezus Chrystus is mechanistically tyrannical
Donny **** & the Dip ***** croon ****-house tunes nightly for free
while **** **** in Walmart's urinals, emptying their bladders of ***
“My **** muscles ache a lot,” Oscar said to his ****** friend Bosie.
“My ***'s a wreck too,” said Bosie, “after you belted my **** rosy.”
I swum *** backwards & back asswards in ******* Lenin's *******
oligarchical statism strewn over a vile/evil corporatocratical model,
till my **** lips shrunk & my broken neck turned into turkey wattle
“Me *** cleft is chapped raw,” Oscar cried to his *** buddy Bosie.
“Me pink ****'s red,” said Bosie, “after you spanked me *** rosy.”
Paul F. McCartney broke our crooked spines with his most favorite
*** Yoko Ono beetle winged pastime: seal hunting with land mines
I write in free-form, like Lenny Bruce who is dead. Folks need their
dogmatical & orthodoxical structures adored, like our criminal Fed.