Truth is a butcher, son He will have You, you Begging, begging For Lies
Category: 6
Daughter yours, bolt-action god ours
The breech, the block, the betrothal Your sunless daughter Our bolt-action god What’s done is done Inshallah
Joe, NPO
cloverleaving through the night cleaving unto what’s right seething is disbelieving: – they chickens , they goats – “don’t trust … More
Sharia, baklava
Sharia-to-go All the justice that she can afford All the justice afforded by the lash Render unto her the word … More
Yield thee a mantis of bother
We are hornets bred w scorpion genesHornet father, scorpion motherGuard your daughtersYield thee a mantis of bother
Alibaba’s 3 asses
Come! My presidents Go! You kings Bring! Your platoon forty of thieves Free! Get! Put! Strap! Your riches Well! Upon … More
Alibaba’s platoon 40 o thieves
Come! My presidents Go! As kings Bring! Your platoon 40 of thieves Strap! Your riches Well! Upon your albino asses
Alibaba’s cyclics, fire sale
Bring your night-visions for barter Sell your valkyries, rotor by rotor
Alibaba’s 9-volt brother
Remember the brother dismember: Up-ended him Suspended, w other wingèd mice Splayed against your nine-volt algae-green night Who forgot the … More
Alibaba’s atonement awaits
Atonement like colorless unpainted stripped sun-bleached dawn like daughter empty wordless awaits
Daughters buried like dirty cicadas
Daughters forced underground like dirty cicadas
Hair-dressers and daughters
We shunt them retarded cicadas Back Down To end their days With dying potatoes With sightless centipedes Hair-dressers and daughters … More
Like any poisoned goat
We shall excrete your brood Our haunches down Our knees bowed Our eyes screwed Like any colic mule Like any … More
Madrasa-mutton, seared
This madrasa-mutton, seared Swing Sleep Spin On skewers run-through
Raised among pomegranates
We harry hornets to hystericsWe poison scorpions w their own eggsThis generation raised among pomegranates must die
Cicadas n otro sacrifices
Oh, sure, you salted cicadasWe scorpionsWe expect a yield We harried hornets to hysterics and a blind hate We poisoned … More
Oh, sure, your soldiers salted cicadas
Oh, sure, your soldiers salted cicadas Nonetheless, as with our poppies We scorpions We expect a yield
Mohammed’s maggots
Meddlers of the new mathMaggot distillersPockets filled with gum-drop gods, marked “Distribute to youth” smile, “Say cheese!” Alchemists of the … More
You Hazari, you Herati, atonement awaits
You Hazari, you, Herati, you Kabuli, you Kandahari Open your city gates Acknowledge your sun-dried debt Atonement awaits: Glory to … More
As you would any sparrow
Father You should kill me as you would any sparrow Bury me in your garden Daughter
Oh i remember you … showed me a painting one day ( there is no such dog )
the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More
I mistook César for Jésus
Córdoba: My mouth is a Moorish gate
My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.
Jerez: Our stones, they beg for a river
Our stones shear, like our religions, whose fall so near. There’s the catch, the shiver, the beg for a river. … More
Jerez: Our stones, they shear, they shear like our religions
Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.
Soothe the writhing child of panic
one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, … More
Remind me later how much this hurts now
The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind … More
Oh, i remember you … showed me a painting one day
i am the friend come to you dressed as the enemy whom you recognise when false friends steal your clothes … More
Boy misses dog, then turn … the whole enchilada
the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More
“Never trust the Indig“ (The Highlander)
In Korea there was Ajima and her Slickee Boys. Ajima was a jerk-dried cuttlefish of a old woman. Ajima boiled … More
One tries not to sound bitter
Son came sometimes sad Son made himself mad The son failed to flower every daylight hour One tries not to … More
The people, the watch, the whole enchilada
Bitter Porch Troll in the line for The Porch “Is this the reservation line?” “Do you have a reservation?” “No. … More
Ally. Back from Texas the day I put her down
Ali Testaments to Ally I mentioned in timelessness. Very long. No time to read it today. Jay I’d just … More
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