IG & KINSK
Fellated Klaus Kinski
Klaus slipped him a finsky
Ig slipped out the door
JUDGE ROY BEAN
Judge Roy Bean was in cahoots
With a mean motherfucker in cowboy boots
They’d pick up and leave ‘fore their feet sprung roots
And blow a fat ass hole in your chest.
And spit tobacco juice
In your mama’s caboose
Mule kick your daddy’s billfold loose
His saved receipts and business cards
Strewn across the gay ass fruited plain.
He’s got a mentholated smile
Grinning like a cocaine crocodile
And a ten-gallon hat
Full of Fentanyl and shotgun shells
‘Cos Judge Roy Bean is a killing machine
He’ll drink all the whiskey in your canteen
What you think is yours
Was always his
He’ll pump your ass full of lead
And your wife full of jizz
And once his demands have been handsomely met
He rides off into a red sunset
Mouth concealed by paisley bandanna
He merges with the Fata Morgana.
He knows his own judgment is coming someday
He knows from the verdict he won’t be exempt
When the saints decree
Bean’s sentence to be
Autumn sink your talons deep Lift me fromn the ground Feed me to your young The veil is so thin NatureSoft Warmn outbreath Autumn grant me Translucency Sun beamn through leaf striation A moth wing descaled Dissolve me In the burnt umnber treeline I relinquish all molecular integrity To fields gone fallow, to Brushpiles Smoldering at dusk Autumn condemn me To permabrown Vietnamn I salute to The time of the year At ease gentlemen and I amn So goddamn Gossamner Fromn The bottomn Of my very being I amn Becomne like A column of air Autumn please rememnber me To Harvest time/Regular time I amn outbreath I amn out of breath I amn fall.