No Poems Today

‘Cause my brain’s away

The world as will to power

Makes me want to cower

Then take a long cold shower

If life seems dour

Without the flower

Of youth uncouth

Forsaken forsooth

Then old age is my refuge

As much as life’s refuse

Strong and sublime

The Tree of Life do I climb

As I turn out this rhyme

Amidst such soil and slime

I’m one of a kind

A typical kine

To no god do I bind

This sorry old rind

That which is immortal

Is life seen through my porthole

All is holy

All is Sacred

Each and every moment

Each and everything

For this do I sing

Ring-a-ding-ding

This is the song

That I play on my dong

As I smoke a bong

Ring-a-ding-dong

All the day long

If death be near

Then life seems queer
Without a beer
To help one steer

Forever and a day

Searching for a new way

Not to leave but to stay

A world not fit to win

But only to slay

Does this make me gay

Or just willing to pay

The piper her due

Amidst this big PU

What was it I slew

To get into this stew

Such a mighty brew

Ha-ha I fooled y’all

So don’t bother to call

When the shit hits the wall

It’ll be on us all

The short and the tall

On death life’s paw

As I look for my squaw

In this hollowed hall

There was a time

For all that was sublime

An Everest to climb

And bells to chime

The youth of humanity

Was without inanity

A place for sanity

As well as the Manatee

Thus Spake Zarathustra

With all his whit and whim

Perhaps he’d rather

Just take a swim

In the stream of consciousness

His history is a mystery

The philosophers stone

And the musician’s tone

A necromancer’s bone

Served with tea and a scone

Thus spake Zoroaster

About life ever after

Of Ahura Mazda

And the temples of Llassa 

This is the reason

For the end-time season

Not just and old geezer wheezing

After a lifetime of sleazing

Let death have its due

For all that it slew

And the eternal stew

Over such an insouciant brew

For the whole damned crew

That includes me and you

Osiris is near us

And can even hear us

This mother and son

Weigh a hell of a ton

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

In spite of it all 
And its overwrought pall

We still have fun

As I play with your bun

Is that OK hun

A poem’s a tome

And a way to roam

While still at home

Under St. Peter’s dome

Where I only came my hair to comb

In a catacomb

Far and wide

Do I stride

The hurricane I ride

Only to slide

To the end-time side
Not out of pride

Butt to save my Hyde

If Jesus saves

The Buddha pays

For many ways

And countless days

No longer

In a haze

So it was in ancient days

When in a daze

To do what the seer says

And to see the voice

That saves us from choice

From without and within 
The sacred din

That sets us free from sin

And all kith & kin

With ears of tin

Rin-Tin-Tin

Is my only kith & kin

The rest I’ve tossed

Into History’s garbage bin

An ode to all that might have been

So without much sense or meaning

I’ll try not to be too overweening

Or left leaning

While still gleaning

 The spotless cleaning

Given to sentimentality and cruelty

That evil twin dualty

The essence of religion

For each and every pigeon

But a psychological wonder

From the Land Down Under

May cause capitalism (and religion) to split asunder

With all the usual lightening & thunder

This post-modern Prometheus

May put the ruling classes beneath us

As it lies amidst it’s cries

Until flies walk on their eyes

Julian’s taken its size

And won the grand prize

The Secret Team screamed

Because Julian creamed

His ass they rheemed

Cause of what it seemed

 Soon they’ll have flies on their eyes

Cause Julian ‘s taken their size

At last the world sighs

And finally cries

Tears of joy

Thanks to this blond haired boy

And his computer toy

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