Glorious Dope

wild angels
shimmer silhouettes like music

instrument pain
sculpt joy

drug rhythms entitle
absurd empty sense of grace

Reqium For My Grandmother

i got high
my grandmother is in the hospital again
the third, 4th, fif5h ?... time
they scare me...the blood//death//needles//gloves//bedpans

my grandmother is in the hospital again
they scare her too ...
the blood//death//needles//gloves//death
she is exceptionally afraid of death

they scare her too
when they put an IV in her neck, arm veins collapsed
she is exceptionally afraid of death
her eyes welled with tears

when they put an IV in her neck; her arm veins had collapsed
she stared at ... me
her eyes welled with tears
because her youngest son walked out 10 minutes ago

she stares at me
because i’m here//i’m family;
because her youngest son walked out 10 minutes ago
left the hospital for home

because i’m here// i’m family
the third, 4th, fif5h ?... time
left the hospital for home:
i got high again.

I Miss Your Dick

This is a cut-up of Miley Sirus' "I Miss You" and Mickey Avalon's "My Dick"

You used to call me your angle
said I was sent straight down from heaven
you’d hold me close in your arms,
I loved the way your dick felt so strong
I never wanted your dick to leave
I wanted your dick to stay here holding me
I miss your dick,
I missed your dick when it went straight to DVD
I still shed a tear that your dick got the HIV.
Every once in a while your dick still stinks like shit
and even though it’s different now,
you dick is at half-staff, it needs work.
Your dick is still here somehow.
My dick, sick and dangerous, wont let you go
I need your dick to know,
I miss your dick fruit roll-up,
sha la la la
I miss your dick.

You used to call my dick good good lovin
and now I am living out my dick- ‘nuff said.
Oh I wish your dick could see it looks like a munchkin,
everything that is happening for my dick is pretty damn skippy.
I am thinking my dick parts the seas
and it is true that my dick is grade-A-beef.
I miss your dick, quick and painless
I miss your dick and it don’t even function,
and I still shed a tear
your dick looks like Macauly Culkin.
Every once in a while
my dick don’t fit down the chimney
and your dick is still here somehow.
My dick is like an M16
but I need your dick to know
I miss your dick – hungry as a hippy
sha la la la
I miss your dick.

I know your dick is in a better place
but I wish you could see my dick serve a whole luncheon.
I know where your dick needs to be,
even though it is not with my dick, pink and big.
I miss your dick
I miss your dick
I still shed a tear
my heart wont let you go
but I need you to know,
we got dicks like Jesus;

I miss your dick.

International Woman

My cock is a country with a comprehensive economic plan.

It Has Boundaries

So,

China – though beautiful – we will not trade tongues
Scandinavia – sweetheart – we will not swap saliva
Amsterdam – oh Amsterdam – I will not purchase your pussy
Ireland – you will not barter with my balls

It Has Boundaries

Boundaries more substantial than
the imaginary line,
slightly representative of a mountain range,
running just below your waist;
creating no man’s land right above your clit.

It Has Boundaries

Thicker than the boundaries wrapped in foil squares.

My cock sets up soul distribution
as to not complicate business.

It Has Boundaries

So,

China – though beautiful – we will not trade tongues
Scandinavia – sweetheart – we will not swap saliva
Amsterdam – oh Amsterdam – I will not purchase your pussy
Ireland – you will not barter with my balls:

because my cock
is a country
with a comprehensive
economic plan.