Faith

for Heather



Demon
I summon the Spirit of Darkness
Deliver me
From her lie when she said she loved me

Demon
Cast out Jesus and that God
She swore by
She swore a lie
To fuck another man

Demon
I summon this Great Lightlessness
To banish her Great Faithlessness
From my body and soul.

Shaolin

The marsh mallow has an afterlife
Leaves large and high feet, two to four

Mathematicians consider zero one of the world's
               greatest inventions 

Sun, moon, stars, the earth has yellow flowers
And indeed, whatever convincing flat stone
Philosophers may fancy they can produce
Church steeples independent of their minds

                  tall buildings, the appearance of great height

(Maya artists are known to a very few)

And as the fist imagination

Shaolin developed in northern China
In all natural operations straight line attacks

Where I consult this experience 
I also esteem strength and speed

Alas!  Nature has kept us at a great distance
                 from all her secrets

T'ai chi chuan consists of circular motion

Now this is a process of thought
Foot patterns, gentle force, and inner harmony

On his fourth voyage Columbus reaches Martinique

In 1635 the French began to appear

The Soul of Memory

Save only sand and all thy splendor
In truth's great cause I sing
With him whose true love is my grace

I found myself one day all alone
Colorless on cold earth, I could but think
My happiness was doubled thru you

That thou see in so sweet attitude
Can raise deed fair 
And drive all evil from it's domain

Nothing to Do

Nothing to do

in your arms

except holding tight 

every night 

                    to you 

First Etchings

First etchings

Her thoughts are from cactus night
Poison me with anyone around me, baby

An hour meets no confusion
Or English of our breakfast schemes

More whiskey!

In marble rain.

in the dna sequence

in the dna sequence
he took her up to her bedroom

the dark bedroom

i felt the angry vision, lofts, bushes, Ditches
       taking out his toes
        the box spins
the gold sea of the infernal empire
the platinum Saturnine empire

now he's a pig farmer

        belts bleach
        i own a microphone
        & your country form-deep digging
        snow dove

that is her job for anyone lucky with orange bottles

hello girl, the setting sun was
a beer or two from his gun.

O Sadness

O sadness
The long, slow night is falling

Her lips rest & kiss
Not motion, nor sensation

But only a specter of my former life
Passing away

Witches Burning Daises

Neat and tidy butchery
Witches burning daises
More choices
Flowers and cucumbers
Not that it matters
You pick the flavors
And leave me all
South campus call:  these
Flames rise up from hell
To make a meal of your soul.

Song of the Nazi Flapjack

Frightened not only by everything
but by cats, dogs, days, by the sound of my own voice
and by the big O-sound of the 43rd infantry division girls
singing hot ass and cold
drinking beer
what ever happened?
what ever happened to
my ice cold whatever

and then
denounced
by the sound of my own memory
those thugs
Frightened by dead bugs.

dead bugs
we left them that way
and the O-sound by
paradise the cats play
days and hot nights

one dream lies in another
one word leaks into another
one idiot with a drip in his kitchen sink
however, I really like this font

(it was a don't ask, don't look policy
things that happened yesterday
things again will happen tomorrow
what's the big deal?)

bitch!

duped
duped
aces
deuces
joker's wild

one penny
you know
I cannot make up my mind
I ching
The Bible
secular humanism

Allah
Babba
Momma
bro snow
and yak, yak, yak
counter attack!

This is the song of the Nazi flapjack!

Tara my Anti-Christ

my anti-christ papers are a bit of no Structure work illusion
such is a stamp-collection

of no character (and not all who apply
to no such thing
lists) of lightnings
tulips
apples
and thunder numbers 9, 3 and 6

a sequence of female mathematics
a post mortem honorary degree like
flowers for the one I have loved and
played at the imaginary vampire
duck walk-cake or money show of
the Universal idea thing who

saves by building prim and proper
 and not a school government or cancer
I wish I were a librarian lord of the earth
so some day a string of data, books, desks, and lamps
could be all mine

So I wrote about this Tara-girl
and her name was: A Collection Accountant in Kitty Litters
She was Christian hippy and was
Sharply singing the praises of Obama and
Henry Kissinger, and Othello
In her bare feet--

I gave her some of
these machinepoems
which are just nature's way of statements
to the ordinary star system--or deep errors
in pocketbooks and modern houses selling
my anti-christ papers
She had me singing in circles

It could have been worse
Tara could have colored herself
 with blackness and French
stuff

Books of Universe Stuff

Ill mated matches
Metal marbles
Socks
And books of universe stuff
Hitler's Russian Winter of
Winter's poem of earths' yesterdays
Hung worldly and non-dissolute
mystic leather

Amber
She shells out the shucks
The bucks, the cake, the rack
Of her violence and of the disposition
Of vision and infant sacrifice
Such as those who practice

Infinite cataclysm
in a G-String

What happiness!
When her black
Ink drunk and ate
a
variety variously invited rain and thunder
highly noble and
is cosmopolitan
lurking and watching
Thru the slender diving sky
Which waters my eye

What happiness!
When yesterday's' deadly consumed
"Resonant Fugue"
So wanders this demon

She destroys with impunity and
Looking across the garden streets to
The City, to the palace, to the party, the
Greys, and the Whites, how I
Steady to see
Myself in her poetry steals
Pure terror
Black lightlessness and space

T.T. Specious
Indivisible

Humankind is a tool maker
Inventor,
Instructor  of
Tool manuals...

Beast
Beat no bells nor chimes out this
and/or capitalism
and

Rises and
Rips up them papers and diapers
depressed fathers act like
teenagers
which are not
and nothing better far closer
apprehension
Until there is nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
at all
left but beer & tar

I celebrate
music
Kerry King
Slayer

The rise of death metal

Linguistics and morphology
Syntax and evolution
baby...

Ode to Meatwad

"You cannot swim in Carl's pool!"

You are made of meat
Will you drown?
Is the water red?

It cannot be blood
It must be chemicals
And pee

Absorbent and red
He rolls and dances around
("This is a good jam!")
Made of meat!
But sincere and sweet

Don't Mess with Meatwad!

Shake is a jerk
A regular ass
A freeloader for sure
On his favorite chair
At TV he will stare
All goddamn day

Frylock is the leader
Scientific and wise
That's no disguise!
He's got his computer
He can tell you your future
Like a Communist Spy

But meatwad it seems
Is so much neater
An awesome shapeshifter
And sometime shoplifter
Igloo, hot dog, Abraham Lincoln!
He can do it all!
With his great imagination
So creative
And made of meat!

Epilogue (well maybe not):

"Did you bring that baby
Babies don't belong here
Leave the seed out side
and run it over after the show!"

Wagonmaster of the Apocalypse, or Americans for the Management of Goyim

Lo, Goyim here; and I am so sorry to bubble burst, butt
this one fact: I wonder why we want to legalize sex now,
after all these handy christian self-love sessions when
The wife is back from shopping, and the browser
History is filled with holy...pornography

so many towel heads are lippy  (anyone
know, Gary?  And do you know, Gary?

And do you know, offhand "the Wagonmaster of the Apocalypse?"
but don't give me:  have a good day, or the usual abomination
Up her Leviticus--if you know what I mean,
and all that...whatever...) I am not a Lesbian,

Katie Couric, dead for three days on the cross-flowers
of her Palestinian Virgin--Rose again like a tornado
but Forest Rangers themselves are Happy Mothers
Like the Bible taken out of context
She has nothing to do with this story, Pappy

but you try to tell the liberal dribblers that, because
at least one was gay and the peter puffing fuck-hole
was living in Israel: Jehovah Pushing his Wife down the Stairs
(or anywhere you can throw a rabbit)

of Israel again or as you people sometimes call it--
The Infinite Cruelty Awareness Awards

join A.F.T.M.O.G.*** now and

"sign up for the Free Newsletter, 
and our silly Jerusalem Temple of rubble."

The Wagon Master of the Apocalypse is like butter
and will spit you out like a Jewish loan officer:
unless you drink these words, Jim Jones

and if anyone opposes--their accounts get the [delete]
 or the [censor comment-poem treatment]?
The Aliens are at hand!
on the threads with the Proud American Truth Tellers
or the threads about and not about:

Israel/abortion-quietly hushed up/spelled out,
 h-o-m-o-s-e-x-u-a-l-i-t-y

Jesus is Risen in Denver and Jackson, Mississippi!
and I bought a survival bunker, just in case
I am fallen from His Grace...

If this is so, please write your question
 in the form of a God.
And we will get back to you as soon as possible!  


***Americans For The Management Of Goyim


Readers Respond!

John:  Wow, those are some serious bath salts you are on!

Ronald Rothstein:  Anthony you need some serious help. I really pity you.

Jonny:  What the hell are you talking about?

Soltero-man: I don't know where you got what ever is you been smoking but I want some.

Truth In The USA:  huh! Kind of like Ginsburg, only really, really bad.

Poem-porn

And the dick eaters at the top of the fag tower
Had their way with the burning and beatings
That built up the war and banking industry
And they had a good time with bureaucracy
And hiring hookers and snorting cocaine.

Asking a mockery of Peace and Justice
Just like Plato said they would
In a perfect system of perfect bullshit
Where the average man is devoted to his 
Emotions and the emotions of his father.

There was now or not ever
A greater fire than the one
They toasted to the success
Of being a complete ass
And they toasted their success
To murder and dust.

His life was another dropout product 
 That paperwork produced, baby
 Om. Krishna--
Type of society, well,
What did you expect, lately?

The Supernatural Forces of Her Ass

"I have mangled and twisted the remnants of an academic poem."

                                                                        ~Charlie Sheen

“The absence of her ass, wrote George Who-Gives-a- Fuck,

Is greater, and more divine, than her ass

(Yes, this idea makes no sense.)

This is an idea her ass might have come up with

If she had been French and worried

About how to make it through

The nude bottom of the twentieth century; do you want her ass

If I take it away, will you want her ass more?”

“Or will you forget?  That’s the problem

With absence, her ass leaves itself open

To so much; supernatural forces 

For example; the glowing lights of her ass

Out which aliens appear like the ropes or

Like anorexic people.  Let us help you,

They say, although of course they never speak 'ass' 
they simply think 'ass.'”

Hot and uncomfortable the people scream 
Because when the aliens show up
It is scary.  We are still not used to the Mexican or
The black.  

“Once they just wanted to take over the planet of her ass

Now they feel sorry for us,

Kindly molesting her ass like the ocean mists…

Then her ass must have really felt it when she chose

To retire into the  silence of the

'No more threats of her ass.'
  No more angels, either, fucker

Only these lost people  on the alien ships, come back

To startle us, and vanish like her ass”

Ode to Willard Mitt Romney

Willard Romney brings out the romantic greeting card poet in me, sitting under a tree, composing my effluent verse while gently caressing the gentle dew drop of a new born kitten/ driving my welfare socialist soul like the grapes of wrath that yearns for sweet release...

O, Will, remember the days
Before all the negative publicity tore up your miss-understood genitals
Six degrees from the Iowa Caucus?
O, Will, you reached out, with gifts and kind salient whispers of routing numbers that indicated Cayman Island Charities to yourself

Why? Willard? Why is the world so mean?
Why don’t they just take you at your word? 
When you are the golden goose of Job Creation?
Everything you touch 
Turns into minimum wage somewhere else like
China and Illinois
Breaking up Union Stella 
Like a night at the Theater of Romney! 

This world may never complete their cruel digressions

If they only understood who you truly are in your heart!
They would fall down and worship you as your Lord and Savior,
Like it was when your Father was living in Mexico
To avoid prosecution for polygamy 
And other things
Polite Yahoo society cannot mention

Of a man who tried to save Republicans the notorious efforts of attempted covenants
That symbolizes the pure soul inside you!
Of a Story of a Mormon of his Flag and Apple Pie!

O Will, God and Joseph Smith bless you, and do not let the Liberal philistines shake
The temple of you blessed worship
Where the underlings of society 
Stumble and turn on their 
Welfare heels, O Will, my Will, how lovely your visage in the warm internet glow
Soothing my nerves like a drink or two at the piano bar where the 
Washed out drunks like to come for refreshments and sexual intercourse
Like a one parent family
And a topless Picture of Ann Coulter

Psalm of America

O Corporate Conservative Jesus, thou art my Lawyer; I shall not want.
You argue my case before the Lord
You clear me of any responsibility
You make me to lie down in first class hotels
You lead me to the finest restaurants
You build my money with a first class portfolio
You restore my credit and set me on the steps of wealth
My house is filled with the labor of the sinner
I shop for bargains on the backs of the poor
My bed is soft and warm, and far from the battlefield!
Yea, though I drive my Mercedes in the Valley of the Shadow of Liberalism,
I will fear no black, woman,
Or homosexual, for thou art with me; my sex toys and mistresses comfort me.

You prepare a table for my family 
and exclude the homeless, the garbage of humanity,
illegal Mexicans and the leftist media conspiracy
You line my pockets with low interest credit cards;
You bestow upon me the fruits of insider trading
And purchase the votes of Senators and Representatives
You fill my eyes with High Definition Television,
Nintendo and Sports Channels

I make my appearance in the Churches
And everyone listens to my prayers
My holy supplications rise to heaven
And are heard on every radio station

I wear the finest garments
For corporate American white Jesus is with me
My belly spills over my belt
And my bank accounts are safe
From being taxed in offshore havens
For corporate neo-con Christ Jesus is with me
And I will never pay taxes


Reader Responses!

Obstructionists = gop: Oh my god. You nailed it...bravo! This needs to be copied and posted everywhere. It epitomizes the Republican neocons to a Tee!

MsAleze: Nice work.


Gemstone: Glad you are in training for Hell. Study hard.

Wave the Flag!

And then the church had a church type outing and raised money

For our brothers and sisters to encourage pay incentive 

The good old time making war values money against the enemy!

And then some commercial between it, and next, they praise us

After all!  The brothers and sisters in the television having a war!

So it is well known, waves the flag!  We are war heroes!

We go to the war movies, with our voting awareness information!

However, then, at the war movie place, the other side started cheating.

And then some, including at the church, who were not as much

Smiling anymore said, foul, time out!  Those dirty  players keep playing

Hide and seek style and not good old proven soldier to soldier style

Our side suffers from more bullet holes square to the noggin!

And so it turns out it was our dearly held office space organizer all this time

Who are the responsible ones along with bigger desks and fancy parties? 

Who said they would look into it and hold those accountable

In the name of justice, truth, and liberty for the right side players returning

The missing digits and minds. Get this! They were forced, as it turns out

Doing it for less pay incentive than the other side who

Observed not the proper ordinance of all things meek and mild,

On such and such an occasion, rules, lists, lobbies, and lunch

Now finally settled, must be good enough for even an office space

Organizers in the great office of our East! Perhaps, also it would 

Fit well with the grand office space organizer of the empire, maybe?

I have hopes and dreams to fellas!

It was just supposed to be that one night

With her and me and each man’s

Constant life-companion lust--

She got the wind in the wrong direction

 Conspiracy approaches like a bandit!  

It was never in terms I can understand

And told to me what went wrong

For me, for no-good reason

Just spacing out

From my fellows of the crowd           

Now I am supposed to keep shops for the helpless?

Me, a father so loved

Those thoughts were almost born of this head      

Nevertheless, The morning after pills came.

I am done with that thinking business. 

The Anti-Christ

 
Then will be taken from the doctrine of the bedchamber:
I know the works, and so did my Jesus garment,
And Satan has not denied my faithful martyr,
Who taught Balaam, whose daughters are even?
Now dead.  Then came behind Jesus, Satan
And so did his garden within him, saying,

“When the pharisees fast,
When the spirits say to the televisions:
idols, fingers, toes, and vaginal walls,
And I give him an ear
What the sword of my mouth sprinkles.”

When the spirits say to the churches: “To him that has 
His Jesus garments, and so did his garden within him say
Why do we, and they teach?”

Then came behind the churches, Satan saying:

"If I may place my hand upon her--if I may place my hand upon her–
And so did my disciples fast, but the Children of Israel,
Eating of the Space of these Things: shrimp, Red Lobsters, clam diggers,
Against me and mine, also the rent is made worse."

the aliens are a bunch of assholes

and worshiped forever.  Amen their women...
amen and exchanged and served their bodies
among the animals: clocks, bats, penguins, and
other stuff but here and there we fucked it
up like Napster of the gopher's similar bliss

the aliens used meth and spent money
Who swapped tags and scorned the stars
what against nature has always served--

Professing they altered the eternal and
hated love themselves like Tartarus,
But transformed their lust into the--
something like cash--

aliens incorruptible eyes, made no less, 
to uncleanness, who hung like a tree of
vile people to vile passions pouring
More theological than the automobile's 
ape-like reason and vision--

God gave them to discover stalking with honor!
God's discovery about little Mary and The Truth
of Jesus and the four-footed beasts of
The four Corners of the Mall, McDonald's, Arby's, 
JCPenney, and Red Lobsters ignoring Leviticus 
(but not the parts about sex)
for the Sea Food Empire they became
 intelligent intoxicated eaters of fries and burgers

Who exchanged their intellectual treasures for
Professions of lawyers, real estate agents,
street doctors, Jewish bankers, clowns, and the
class of property tax protectors, the police officers

Driving down the avenue dream with insurance tools
Cell phones and back-up emergency sirens!
The Holy Realtor who lives in the sky!  

So what is vile is man,
the Great Animal in his deep fried paradise
and before Jesus gave birth to rice and fish
and multiplied the bread but not the money
and took slaves for property...
and called it crucifixion

O awareness, O my dear
What have we here?
Where went the new year?
Don't answer.  Don't bother
I am feeling a little under the weather.
Balloon.



Reader Reviews!

Beethoven:  Romans and tigers and bears. Oh my!!
                  Romans and tigers and bears. Oh my!!   

Malvin:  Is that Dio or Sabbath?  

Believer: Delusions of grandeur,
             but nothing but a poseur.
             Typical modern artist lite,
             emotes like a flea bite.   

Lisa:  What?

Stone Maniac: Where can I get some of what you're smoking?  

 

 

A Jehovah Hates

Yea, speaking the whole of God's law unto us;
A Jehovah hates shrimp, crab, lobster, clams, and mussels. 
All Christians join now the sanctity of our restaurants;
 
We build abomination unto the heathen of  Red Lobster.
Yea, even an abomination unto Popeye’s Chicken
For they dwell within the sanctity of our restaurants,
And they build abomination before them as
Carcasses of  the Popes, the Bishops, the Hittites, and the Japanese.

We call upon Tom Petty, who creates abomination unto them:
Whatever hath neither fins, nor scales in the waters;
They will eat of their carcasses in the rivers,
And the heathen and scales in the water, and Red Lobster,
And clams, and mussels of God's law unto them

But we do not play Marilyn Manson, or Kenny Rogers       
But bring all which have the rivers, and scales in the rivers,
They cleanse and play Katy Perry, Neil Diamond, and Pink.

Yea, the name of Springsteen builds before their flesh abomination
But we have not fins, or scales in the seas, or scales in the waters,
They build abomination unto them

But whoever has many shrimp, even the shrimp of the 
Gulf of Mexico during the B.P. oil spill, witness of the Gentiles:
All Marilyn Manson and Kenny Rogers albums gathered and cast into the lake of fire.

Yea, and they remain so, even unto the four corners of the Earth,
Where the deer and the antelope graze . . . 

Reader Reviews: 

Anthony...there are no antelope in the USA so antelope do not graze here. What we have in North America are Pronghorn. Antelope actually live in Africa, India and several other distant places but not in North America.   

     ~Texas West 

Well... it was funny for a stanza or so but then?......It started getting creepier and creepier.   

     ~Frank

Anthony.... say WHAT? God created the photos in their advertisements, but any similarity resemblance between Red Lobster advertising photos and the food they actually serve is purely coincidental and unintentional.  

     ~Bert Splenda

wow just wow..... great job  

   ~  dan