Our stones shear, like our religions. There’s the catch, the shiver. The believer, he beg for a river.
Category: 6
Welcome to the Woodchipper, here’s yer Golden Slipper
Welcome to the Woodchipper, Here’s yer Golden Slipper, Pocahontas
I smell the blood (Goliath)
Gazador. Haganah. Picador. Matador. Gazaerilla. Zionista. Zionistero. Sinister. Zionastero. Zoroastrian. Levantine. Guerrero Gazaíne. Pogrom Gazaíne. Dresden-Gazaíne. Credenza. Dresdenza. Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum.
Give me back my knife, you fool (she taught me tricks i never knew)
Infect, Shame danced on the front room She taught my dogs tricks I never knew She shamed me This not-classically-attractive, … More
Oh, let us go sow the wind
Dread the harvest Decades lifetimes generations Hence come the children Dress-Right-Dress! This, Golda’s alien army ¡At-Ease! Juvenile, recruited, antiquated, old-soul, … More
Oh, says he’s a surgeon, does he? Nurse, see to the snap of the fingers
“Ahmed Abu Sabha, a doctor at Nasser hospital, described being held for a week in detention, where, he said, muzzled … More
Kypho-Nation
Bend over, Citizen
The son
He was a beautiful boy He brought them much joy He is not now always mad Nor often very glad … More
Watch me pluck the entrails of your olive trees
Observe, the riverine coals that were once the heart, the entrail intestines of olive trees turnèd as marrow the splintered … More
Saint Francis #11
of the birds in your hand and the hares at your feet you’ll stroke only them and i, alone, crave only to touch … More
Set the splintered bones of your scarecrow man-god
Watch him weep In the stony olive grove As he burns the olive trees to angry neon ash In the … More
Set the splintered bones of your scarecrow man-god
Watch him weep
Hey, chatGPT, paint me a religion in tempera that I’ll believe
Filastine, get thee to the Sinai, the Sahel, christen thy Muslim hell
Give a Zionist a badge …
Since 27 October, Israel chooses to sow the wind
Dread the harvest decades hence the children of Golda’s army of orphans
Fumbles Jerusalem like any rancid melon
You, me and Bibi makes three
Fawning towards Bethlehem
Like any beaten ogre Some further-broken Quasimodo Gone to kiss the ring on the slender girlish fingers of Abraham in … More
FDR … Bibi … Bush
… knew
Concert-Goer collapses at Belle n Sebastian show like any biblical character first-faced with locusts
Brown-haired Sayre collapsed like any biblical character She timely become fodder , for this decade’s Cicada brood . Whoa … … More
When not allowed to kill, a soldier will fuck … all the wrong things … and v.v.
Let’s leave them to circle their own drain …
Mothers Day planning devolves into embarrassing shit-show by otherwise seemingly-functioning adults blessed w college-graduate intellects
We shed feathers to let slip the gore
(upon observing a wake of vultures in the suburbs)
Abraham, Realtor to the Gods
Coveting your neighbors Beach. Front. Property ? Just call Abraham, Realtor to the Gods! He’ll take it off their hands! … More
Murder-hornets shiv’d our cicada brood, film at eleven
17 years Brood Sup On pomegranate sugars, dates and the pollen of poppies. Cicadas rise great of expectation End having … More
She’d have hung her Persian flag, all upside-down tulip, over the terrace like any moonshine clitoris (Nick Cave concert, DC, 2023)
if not for her being trapped in the cheap seats Lying to her new friends about it all.
Birdwatchers in Beijing laugh, watch the addled swallows of your Opium Wars return to roost … cuidado amigo
All these years, praying to the wrong rock? Doubt not the geometers of spiders and gods
Doubt not the geometers of spiders and gods They’ve directed us to the incorrect rock So we pray the … More
Talib-on-Parade | Cicadas (orig)
Oh, sure, you salted cicadas and smiled, but We scorpions We expect a yield We harried hornets to hysterics and … More
David become Goliath
Handfuls of heads for the hoisting
Billion-dollar brick
1 more brick in 1 more settlement Mister, that’ll cost you 1 billion dollar
Talib-on-Parade | We sow hornets and cicadas
We have sown hornets and cicadas These 17 years, the brood sup on pomegranate sugars, dates and the pollen of … More
Father speaks to fern, crocus, moss (Croatia, 1999)
“I fail to feed your children I, mere stripling am at-struggle with scree.” Up from the valley grass to the … More