Saturday, May 24, 2008


A poem in adoring prose , or maybe in a rhyme all just for FOX , all from the brine. Such eloquence , such rabid edge , not everyone is born to fetch , the kneading and teething , the o'reilly factor , a bit of a lynching a tad of a crack pot . You must allow , your soul to indulge in their sold crotch to sow. They 've been brutalized by their father's scorn and now is their candor that we get the core. If your eyes were erased by soulless meats  then you must embrace the death of a heart the silence of a thousand screams , a lovely morning will turn again when you turn a knob and the calm begins , the quiet of truth never to be known by such a cold crew in a big toe corn. Pray for our sweet witches and our fix-it-all warlocks , their future goes grimmer with Fox at the parlor. Your cousin might burn , your dog might squeal , but by Thor and Odin , and electra , Poseidon and all the Harlem Globber trotters and your God and virgin and all these cherubs in hemp loin cloths , and by Tutatis and Axterix with his loyal Obelix, and by George and his dog and by all of those that mattered and plan to be watered in a spur of growth without weed killer involved, you must very well bet your ass Fox News will deliver the weed killer straight to your brain . Breath it in if you like or puke in a pew before the all might ,or keep on the channel and kill down the voice , while your four year old voices over good 'ol sponge Bob.

Friday, May 16, 2008


Oh dearest supreme one , if you read blogs, know that I wish all humans and animals in the world a peaceful night.  Oh maker of all, humor me and be. I pray for the enlightenment of human beasts abroad, the passing out of horrid elements and the exaltation of those that need to be heard. The temporary silencing of those empty screamers of nothing and the release of diction of those that should be writing . Hear me out Mighty sponge, and squeeze out of you the goodness of intellect amongst those of us who have grown diminished of it, proportion in all  your benevolence , the favor of speech in good marriage with sense , a bridge , if you will of practice and theory embodied by the most worked and sunk of souls and a ray of light itself. Forbid the dark shadow of incompetence and the arrogance of ignorance to have a fuck, and if they do  force them to wear a condom . 
And with this small prayer of hope in all i say thanks for the many wrongs you are going to right tonight.
my little being is now thankful.

Sunday, May 4, 2008