“Rap Genius”
From the ashes of
Shakespeare
Comes hideous music.
Rap is genius. The Phoenix
ascended
Into the heavens.
It must return!
Beautiful music is buried in
sand,
And no one's composing it
now.
Nobody wants to. If anyone
can.
An era of darkness,
philistines, death,
Republicans, violence,
Christians and wars,
And hardly a dime for the
sick to survive.
Yankees are funny. Their
country's a joke -
A joke without laughter or
life.
10-31-13
Bob
Sensitive and humble,
e.e. cummings, care -
The vicious way you crapped
on him
And made a mockery of me,
Then toddled home to your
obese
Superiority.
10-31-13
What A Shrink Would Say
A shrink would say I hate you
Since you caused me so much trouble.
So I suppose I do, although I don't.
Don't argue with psychologists,
Policemen, god or judges,
Or by god you'll wish the hell you
hadn't!
10-31-13
Power
When a mother or a father or
a friend
Has power over someone, it
impairs.
A life becomes extinct,
And an automaton exists.
Fear, debilitation
Always follow in its wake.
No escape, no exit but a
tomb -
The power is the power to
destroy -
Coming from the autocrat's
compassion.
10-31-13
After Reading The Times
I won't read the news,
Although I've said as much
before.
It's there to feed the
misery
Of everyone who reads it,
Shootings, wars,
republicans,
The end of the humanities
In colleges – And sex and
death
And rap the only
Reasons to survive.
Keats was wrong.
Beauty is passe.
10-31-13
The Writer
I saw a man alone
Sitting outside Denny's
On a curb, and writing.
He was as old as me.
Another aging looney
Who wants to write to god.
Verse or observations?
Intensely how he wrote!
To him it means a lot. Which to
The coroner means nothing.
Has he a love somewhere
Who wants to read it?
10-30-13
The Wife
Her husband owns a station.
They have money up the a--.
Each day beside her husband
As the busy hours pass
She likes to wear her
jewels.
None of them is glass.
Diamonds and motor oil!
The dream of every lass.
10-30-13
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