IG & KINSK
Igor Stravinsky
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
Your fare-thee-wells
Ain’t shit.
‘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
That dread
Everlasting contempt.
AUTUMN
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.