Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Muse Doctor

The desk is filled with chronic papers always wanting to solve their own illness

The only depression I feel is the cleft where my male part goes, I am propulsion

The event horizon is breakfast: two eggs better than tits/a keyboard/a dream

I'm a burning ball of fire and feel mandated to 'get things done', therefore I scream


Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Judgment Of Paris

Over the chest-high cinderblock border wall the laundry line sags with tops and towels.

In this city yard relic with rural, decrepit boughs waist-heavy with tits of green limes

unbred women unrhythmically ill-choose words, convey nothing but craving and belch.

This is the watcher view.  In my hauteur, I am unwitnessed and splendid.