Etcetera Pluribus Eunuch

Etcetera Pluribus Eunuch

 

Zombie trollop giving headless at

Ghost train station underground.

He Man Band Aid guards the vortex.

Taco Bell and Red Bull; charge!

 

Ding! Dong! Sabotage the toilet tank.

Wham! Bam! Feed the run away.

Hi! Ho! Salivating stray cats

Run through the pipeline to the iron mask.

 

Window shopping tourist fish

Lick the plate glass window clean;

Hungry for the honeybees

Ravaging the poor.

 

Hot! Hoot! Mommy slaps the clown-king.

Mid! Night! Winter takes a bath.

Flab flag flaps a rebel eulogy;

Belly out, ball game, beer and Frito pie.

 

Sex sponge caterpillar smokes

Out on the balcony.

Laughter from the bathroom,

Light sleeps within the chest.

 

Woo! Hah! Turkey gizzard sandwich.

Hot! Damn! Someone slowly dies.

Big shot twats parade the avenue;

Nothing makes sense when the scent is fresh.

 

(Don’t blame the author when the plot commits suicide.

Some wounds get deeper as they heal.

It’s all a matter of ratios:

Public nudity to ice cream, river-dances

To fuel injections, etcetera pluribus eunuch.)  

Author's Note

Just being cautious. Need to remind people that I stadn for NOTHING. Mostly because there's very little to stand for. Besides, why can't we sit for our beliefs?

Reviews

[roarke]

dude.... I really think you need to get out more. The straight jacket straps a bit tight? I always keep a turkey baster full of bleach handy to use after perusing your stuff....

If I didn't already know, I'd ask where is this all going? .... but I know, I've been there. Ya can't make this crap up... it's real, it's in your face, ya just got ta put it down for posterity...'cause no one is gonna believe ya anyway.

all that being said, you are one crazy creative MF.

[Esoteric Strand]

I love the carnival funhouse feel of this piece. There are some real clever sections and then some outright craziness mixed in. Sometimes I try to create poems in this manner; where you flip open your skull, take a snapshot of the contents and then string them all together.

~E

[Robin]

I bet you know every knot ..

[Elle B. T.]

"Window shopping tourist fish" gives me a great Idea for a painting. Otherwise, like all of your writing, I don't know what to say. Your poetry to me is like a reflection of the world, reflecting the good and bad, the superficialities, the deeper meanings of nature...all with amazing word play. Great job!

[OT]

you're a crazy cat aren't you?? no need to be cautious - scream it loud and however the hell you want!! descriptions as always are so wonderfully macabre and biting - some made me laugh even - you trick us into a mirage of feelings you fiend you!! "Hot! Hoot! Mommy slaps the clown-king." !! nice - and what a name!!

[Kerry O'Connor]

Window shopping tourist fish
Lick the plate glass window clean.... Fucksakes! That's sheer brilliance.

And...Some wounds get deeper as they heal...

So spake the Nihilist Crusader!