Meaningless Sex

Boy.

Do you know
Why I'm not going to stay?

It's not ze lack of love

It is ze lack of today.

Do you think I am dumb?

I have two PhDs!

When I open my legs

It is like ze tree opening its leaves.

Ze lack of today?

You will see

When I go.

Ze lack of today

Is a - uhhhh

important thing to know.

Boy.

Please stop looking at me.

You are like one of these homeless.
Or some stupid monk
With a cross on his neck.

Ze lack of today?

No more than ze bison chewing grass

Or ze comets flying past

It means nothing.

I am afraid it is too early for

Zis kind of argument.

Goodbye.

Waster

Waster

Waste shoots down municipal tunnels

Gargles through holes

Is stirred with chemicals till sterile
Then pumped into the waters

I dwell on the thought that my molecules

Will return pristine to the biosphere
The recycling gives me comfort

I will become waste too

Ending Age

Ending Age

The chances that I had are gone

The sheep are sheared

The hair's bleached blonde

And what have I left to do

But mould a moody shade of blue

A culture teaming with the spawn

The planning application's drawn

And what have I left to wish

That we shoal peacefully as fish

The boat has docked

The hold unloads

If I could write a pretty ode

I would join this ending age

And close the old book's final page

The Horde Marches

The Horde Marches

The idea should be

Specific and universal

The syntax should be multiplexed

Using form that suits theme

Felicitous choice of language

Should render meaning apparent

Without need for extraneous verbiage

Character defines tone and tone defines character

Delivery should be unaffected

We march to the pig skin beat

A sound that has echoed for thousands of years
Bouncing off the hills

Then concrete

A superstructure penetrates the mind

Like a mammoth tusk through a brave

And no more can be said

For the trampling of the horde

Each footstep a droplet

Drowns the voice

No one can hear

No one will know

No one.

Traction Show

Traction Show

Those old men spend their last days

Working on immobile steam engines:

It is some fucking hobby.