The Latency

That the new thing now?

this that isn’t warmth

christ

the light’s on downstairs

it must be an
irregularity

the
little eyeless pup
and I had
a grand old
time
just a bit ago

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nothing through the slot

almost
every time I go to
the bathroom I
think

hey, here
my
dick
doing one of
the things it does

great
it still works

and after it’s
done working
I fold it
back into
my pants
and life goes
on

at some point
soon
I’ll probably need
it
to do
something or other
again
and that’s
fine
too

whatever it is
I’ll go do it

it’s still
my
cock
after all

it all made sense

reeling around town and
thinking good goddamn
this is just what I want
right now
even if we didn’t go find the steak
we were eyeing
the dude behind the stick

goddamn

he was sweaty and
exactly what
we were looking
for

 

 

 

make it so

sure

now there’s this
orange lunatic
in power
and we’re sitting around
shrieking
trying to figure
out
what to do
how to get by and
how to
get him out
before he does too much more
damage

meanwhile the damage has
already been done
he’s just the easy face to
paste on
how much worse it
continues
to get

the last one talked a
good game
but wasn’t much in the end
and the one
before him told so many
lies that he
couldn’t work out
which were sort of true
and which were complete bullshit

so he just let his
handlers work out the details
and kept on
waving the flag

the one before him
was the saddest of all
worked the midpoint and
said all the right things
and there was all this love for him
as
the money rolled in

turned out he was basically
salted
shit
on crostini
and probably a
rapist
by the way

and it didn’t matter
and it doesn’t matter
now he’s a statesman

and so is the one who
lied us
into a war that’s still
ongoing

and so is the one who bombed
Cambodia

survive long enough
and you, too,
can become revered

meanwhile

life
was
life
and
kept floating
on
and the money kept floating upward
and the noise kept
driving a wedge

so here we are
noise battling noise
anger up against anger
and what it really is
is
everyone
just trying to make the rent

not so Irish

every time I mow
the lawn
I think:
I probably just ran over
a
four-leaf
clover

fallout and failure and fuck you, anyway

where the fuck am I supposed
to start? it’s long
past midnight and
whatever’s going to happen
probably
already has

so whatever we’re doing
right now
has already been done over and over
again by
some prick asshole that we
have to
pretend to like

it’s not like we know
what’s
happening
anywhere
at all
ever
right now; we’ve
lost equilibrium

somewhere

and getting it back involves a hatchet and
a thicket and a suicide or two

so the hell
with it

make your noise
rattle your trees
while the things
are left

someone has to

just know that
your blood
is next

your friends
are next

and your complacency
and the strength you gather
from the protests you mount
is already gone

any use

when we were in the city with that friend of mine
who I have to remember not to introduce to any more
female friends
because they invariably fall
you have no idea how jealous
you made me

for some reason I always imagine that
around him I am less than adequate
and god help me if I don’t feel that way
even right now thinking about him
he always says I’m the one with all the talent
but mine hide beneath layers of benediction
and his are evident at first glance

whether posterity calls
I’m not sure
but I know that
momentarily
he usually wins
unless I’m well in the game
and I was most assuredly not

but anyway when we were in the city
with that good friend of mine
you kept calling him babe
and I know it doesn’t matter much
but I just wanted to tell you how
honored I would have been
if you’d ever called me babe
on our little vacation
there

(1998)

zitcrit mavens

four beers and two ciders
on that I can make a night of it
rather an unhealthy night, I’ll admit
but health is just another choice
and maybe tonight I’ll swoop up into air
but I might still descend to calamity

I can defend myself
defend my inaction
to those who aren’t here

can lay attempts atop their altars
and make squirms in the sand
around them

can stand my insurrection
be happy at the flow
can carry myself beyond this room
this night
and make some connection that I wouldn’t
have otherwise banked on
with love for everything
but just for a second

(1996)

hard quarter

dear God come the lights
shifting on
some dumb SOB on a street somewhere
freezing
feeling much like me

some dumb SOB sitting alone
with slow death a comfort
and a crutch
not so cheerful now
not so cheerful as usual
now
knowing that the ticket
in my wallet
will go unused

(1996)

moll

they’ve come
in so many ways
to my small doorstep
have set up their camps
silently
unbeknownst to me
reeling under the yoke of moil

wanting only to get in the door
turn on the stereo
have a beer
I am instead tripped up by them
these people at my door

wanting to have a drink
see a movie
get a coffee
shoot the shit
whatever

it has gotten burdensome
I used to bask in such adulation

no
longer
I am tired
of living for
and through
others

give me this seat
these keys
this music
this smoke

take
away
your weariness

leave me
to my own

(1997)