here there be madness
although your vessel be yar
methinks it's sinking

zenith enlightens
nadir noir divergent paths <^>
these well-traveled words

a back door child the
zapoopster never felt at
ease in the anteroom

what to name this child
the answer crystal brown he's
a zapooper for sure

zapoop's placenta
in shades of sepia from his
poop chute exit

well aware thankyou

you suck

not vaginal nor
caesarean zapoop came
rectal delivery

Aaaaaah that felt so good!

point and laugh at the
manchild everybody, down-
ward spiral, Hooray!

you suck

ya saaaak [Bostonese]

ya' suuuuCK! [da Bronx]

du suga [Swedish]

sina imea [Finnish]

du lutschen [Ger.]

voi succhiano [Ital.]

vous suca [Fr.]

usted chupa [spanish]

you suck

you suck

so what if he says
what he says, let him say it
get it out, and thus

let it go

say I suck, go ahead
heal thyself

so be joyous when
that angry soul is happy
for a lost soul found

what is the True Self
is it this angry bar fly
sputtering last words

vomiting you suck till
they carry him away dead
or in coma, cold?b

we will all keep on
going and going, you can't
win you know, you can't

keep going but I
must dash be anon and thus
summoning demons

trolls, witchcraft, etc etc
when who is higher than these
little men in high heels?

the demons scream from
the alleyways, cast out to
the slums of abyss

another season
sharing holidays with trolls
who spoil my eggnog

you suck

here i go again
old loser habits don't die
how can i suck LESS?

.....tis an age old question

thoughts remained so long
thinking all along through storm-
just turned to granite.

one gets used to the
white noise of some things that squawk
that's just the old crow...

"you suck..."

good bird

keep writing in peace
because this is that time to
wage peace in spirit

the hecklers seek to
take a portion of the folks
up on stage, a show

all their own

wintertime daydream
return to macon county-
where a blue sky reigns.

you suck

I say, who is a
mirror to one another
reflecting here your

peace, this yule, let it
be peace rules over the short
sight of the flame wars

some of us find a
reflection in emotion
of "dark" energy

metal, old classic
reflection of street poets
perhaps this is a

reflection of each
generation's reflection
on what was their life

when those in Gen X
grow old will reflection be
over old angry tv

clearness of cool air
snows covering clarity-
new age music fits.

gas stoves, wood stoves, the
fuel that feeds life, goes green in
this re-run of the

Victorian style
saturnalia, reserved
egg nog vs dinoys

quickly days pass by
so much so this time of year
yet frozen stillness.

stoic sentinel
sitting hours on end eyes
on an empty road

familiar sounds of
a rural delivery
she slowly rises

gusty breaths moaning
icy anguish through the
fragile crackling limbs

and dawn's stillness roused
by this interloper's loud
intermittent gait

Death is not the end
It's only an interlude
in the path of time

Search while we are young
Acceptance comes with old age
Who and what we are

The world calls "time out"
More time for reflection now
Silence for the snow

Big thank you mundane
At last something worth reading
My thoughts are with you.

beavis and butthead
were the modern bums who did
wait for godot, MTV

you suck