Tuesday, July 22, 2003

IN THE ROOM
DIVIDED BY WALLS
I WAS A CHAIR
SEARCHING FOR A DESK
TO SCRIBBLE ON THE GATHERED DUST
THE STORY OF MY LIFE

NOT FOR POSTERITY
NOR PHILANTHROPY
NOR MORBID VANITY
BUT ONLY FOR MYSELF
TO READ IT TO RE-WRITE IT

AND LOOKING AT IT
KNOW AGAIN FOR THE LAST TIME
WHAT I ALREADY KNOW
THAT IT WOULD IN THE END
HAVE MADE NO DIFFERENCE

Monday, July 07, 2003


FRIEND-FROGS, ROMAN-FROGS AND COUNTRY-FROGS;
IN FACT ALL FROGS, REGARDLESS OF CASTE, CREED OR SEX:

LEND ME YOUR EARS,
BUT NONE YOUR LEGS
AND YEARS:

ON BEHALF OF OUR LEADER
WHO LOST HIS LEGS TO THE
GLUTTONY AND AVARICE OF MAN
AND DIED PREMATURELY OF SHOCK

I URGE YOU TO BE VIGILANT
AGAINST THE SCOURGE OF BEING
DECAPITATED AND PICKLED TO DEATH
TICKLING THE PALATE OF THE EFFETE HOMO SAPIENS SNOBS

PENDING EMANCIPATION FROM THIS PESTILENCE
WE MUST UNITE TO GO UNDERGROUND
AND PRACTICE OUR LUSTY GIFT FOR SYNCOPATION
INSTEAD OF IN A CHORUS, PRIVATELY
AND SOUNDLESSLY, IF POSSIBLE

OOOOOOPS! MY LEGS ......

Tuesday, July 01, 2003


SO
HAVE YOU HAD YOUR FILL AT LAST?
LISTEN:
EVEN IF YOU CAN'T --
AS COLD LIKE STONE
YOU LIE DEAD;
HOW COULD YOU BE SO MINDLESS
AS TO ALWAYS PLAY AT BEING GOD;
HOW COULD YOU NOT UNDERSTAND
THAT BY TRYING TO BE SOMEONE
WHO IS NOT
AND CANNOT BE
YOU SEALED YOUR FATE ALREADY;
THAT IN THE DANGEROUS CHARADE
OF EMULATING A NON-EXISTANT
IMPOSSIBLE CREATURE
YOU COULD BRING
UPON YOURSELF
THE ONLY LOGICAL CONCLUSION
OF ALSO
CEASING TO EXIST!