Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Cantinflas-like Mastery

You goddamn devil

Bodhisattva of anguish

expressed as hand-wringing

pant-wetting

cheek-piercing

ecstatic religious

exhibitionist porno

but in a B & D scenario

with Passolini bravado

Crossed parts and

piss to bless you

Blasphemous heinous ass-neckery

It's a goddamn travesty

of ri-goddamn-diculous

masque tragedy

What can you do?

Now that it's over

All that we had

lost under the rafters

Quiet sincerity gets me

nowhere

Disillusioned at the garden gate

Ringing wet with fear and trepidation

Sorry sorry recompense

(Cue understated female backing vocal

Melody interwoven with solo piano)

We get what we get

What we think we deserve

What?

What can I do when

my mind goes rogue

strange to the essence of me?

Unable to function like an advanced human being

Pirate ship lost on Google maps

but still in touch with how drunk and violent

they want to be

late in the evening

Damn the phalli, the torpedoes,

cylindrical examples of sea-bound penetration

The end justifies the means

Erudition!

Conflagration!

Exclamation!

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