The muses’ decision to sing or not to sing is never based on the elevation of your moral purpose—they will sing or not regardless.

.

.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Kindred Spirits

To live and die on that land
Breathe the soil-soaked air
The dissipating scent of tobacco

Newport Menthols

Degrees in arts and sciences
Silly things of the past
All part of an irrelevant future

College Boy

Hands dirtied and hardened with labor
A Man's Labor
A blue collar job

Real Work

To live in the paintings of John Constable
Autumn in the New England country side
And the ambiance of Thoreau

True Romance


Pink octopuses ride by
Shopping carts race through
The mind's eye is plastic

Paper Oceans

To breathe the air of Jupiter
Inhale the gas
Get high on the humidity

American Wang

Cut the hair
And straighten out
Nothing else to do

Family Values

To look to the future
Prepare to move on
For the sake of self

Life's Ahead

2 comments:

  1. Shave the Legs of Apollo's Crucifix

    ReplyDelete
  2. Having just revisited this post from so long ago, I see it anew. I see the splendorous phallus of PoMo truly engorge. I hope to see more of this on the future Senate floor! Cheers!

    ReplyDelete

Followers