With post-millennial
Post-modernism pricking
Can we be that far
From the Year of the Perdue
Wonder Chicken?

With post-millennial
Post-modernism pricking
Can we be that far
From the Year of the Perdue
Wonder Chicken?

I wouldn't mind a set visit,
That's not why I'm balking,
But never trust a man
Who elides the "g" from "talking." 

I wouldn't mind a set visit,
That's not why I'm balking,
But never trust a man
Who elides the "g" from "talking." 

I read that with the consonants swapped,
As "Bjork Porn" before the penny dropped,
In the hideous images suddenly sluicing
I thought, 'Matthew Barney's still producing?'

I read that with the consonants swapped,
As "Bjork Porn" before the penny dropped,
In the hideous images suddenly sluicing
I thought, 'Matthew Barney's still producing?'

Whether based on creed
Or de facto tradition,
Being a blinkered bigot
Is our guaranteed condition.

Whether based on creed
Or de facto tradition,
Being a blinkered bigot
Is our guaranteed condition.

Quiero
Oh, even though
I am so old—and on
The trip to Uncle Jack's;
La leche
Quiero—
In curdle reflecchant,
And I
Am so old.

Quiero
Oh, even though
I am so old—and on
The trip to Uncle Jack's;
La leche
Quiero—
In curdle reflecchant,
And I
Am so old.

South Carolina,
Representing!
We purchase clothing
Based on venting.
I checked the weather
In my old U District beat
They have advisories
For the over-eighty heat.
While those of us,
Suffering 100 plus days,
Claim "famously hot"
Is worthy of praise.

South Carolina,
Representing!
We purchase clothing
Based on venting.
I checked the weather
In my old U District beat
They have advisories
For the over-eighty heat.
While those of us,
Suffering 100 plus days,
Claim "famously hot"
Is worthy of praise.

Juggaloes,
Simply put,
Commit.
Post-everything,
We're above
That shit.
So we anthro-
And socio-
And parse
And purse
And secretly
Long for the
Were-Juggalo's curse.

Juggaloes,
Simply put,
Commit.
Post-everything,
We're above
That shit.
So we anthro-
And socio-
And parse
And purse
And secretly
Long for the
Were-Juggalo's curse.

Cockupy

Cockupy

I spent the first night
In the new house
Last night,
All swampsounds and
Empty lot-light
Through the windows,
And I kept dreaming that vines
Were coiling over the glass
Whorling over and tapping
The panes.
If, by "jazz-handed,"
You mean "tremblors in the tendons,
Made cagey by the cicadas
And the growthghasts
Circling the house,"
…

I spent the first night
In the new house
Last night,
All swampsounds and
Empty lot-light
Through the windows,
And I kept dreaming that vines
Were coiling over the glass
Whorling over and tapping
The panes.
If, by "jazz-handed,"
You mean "tremblors in the tendons,
Made cagey by the cicadas
And the growthghasts
Circling the house,"
…

"The only politics
That make sense to me
Are the politics
Of entropy."

"The only politics
That make sense to me
Are the politics
Of entropy."