guess I

          won’t go way.

Go way go way go way from here

     look for all old gray home

     I can live by myself and

          ring my telephone

     Dirty pictures on my new TV

          Just now turned them on

     I don’t need you and your

               mamma’s long time gone

March 3, 1997

Sky Words

Sunrise dazzles the eye

Sirens echo tear thru the sky

Taxi klaxons echo the street

Broken car horns bleat bleat bleat

Sky is covered with words

Day is covered with words

Night is covered with words

God is covered with words

Consciousness covered with words

Mind is covered with words

Life & Death are words

Words are covered with words

Lovers are covered with words

Murders are covered with words

Spies are covered with words

Governments covered with words

Mustard gas covered with words

Hydrogen Bombs covered with words

World “News” is words

Wars are covered with words

Secret police covered with words

Starvation covered with words

Mothers bones covered with words

Skeleton Children made of words

Armies are covered with words

Money covered with words

High Finance covered with words

Poverty Jungles covered with words

Electric chairs covered with words

Screaming crowds are covered with words

Tyrant radios covered with words

Hell’s televised, covered with words

March 23, 1997, 5 A.M.

Scatalogical Observations

The Ass knows more than the mind knows

Young romantic readers

Skip this part of the book

If you want a glimpse of life

You’re free to take a look

Shit machine shit machine

I’m an incredible shit machine

Piss machine Piss machine

Inexhaustible piss machine

Piss & shit machine

That’s the Golden Mean

Whether young or old

Move your bowels of gold

Piss & shit machine

It always comes out clean

Whether you’re old or young

Never hold your tongue

(Chorus)

Shit machine piss machine

I’m an incredible piss machine

Piss machine piss machine

Inexhaustible shit machine.

Brown or black or green

everything will be seen

Hard or soft or loose

Shit’s a glimpse of Truth

Babe or boy or youth

Fart’s without a tooth

Baby girl or maid

Many a fart in laid

Shit piss shit piss

Fuck & shit & piss

Fuck fart shit Piss

It all comes down to this

Beautiful male Madonnas

Wrathful Maids of Honor

To be frank & honest

Stink the watercloset

Shit machine piss machine

Much comes down to this

Piss machine shit machine

Nature’s not obscene

Shit piss shit piss

How’ll I end my song?

Shit piss shit piss

Nature never wrong

(Chorus)

Shit machine Piss Machine

I’m an incredible piss machine

Piss machine shit machine

Inexhaustible shit machine

March 23, 1997

My Team Is Red Hot

My dick is red hot

Your dick is diddly dot

My politics red hot

Your politics diddly-plot

My President’s red hot

your President’s diddly-blot

My land is red hot

Your land is diddly-knot

My nation’s red hot

Your nation’s diddly rot

My cosmos red hot

Your cosmos diddly iddly squat

March 23, 1997

Starry Rhymes

Sun rises east

Sun sets west

Nobody knows

What the sun knows best

North star north

Southern Cross south

Hold close the universe

In your mouth

Gemini high

Pleiades low

Winter sky

Begins to snow

Orion down

North Star up