Rancid Astrophil 18

So much for god damned star lover -- that's me
So much grief caused by things earthly mortal
Ignorant crutch -- Jovian sky portal
Desolate butcher -- rancid cream -- fact free

The last god in me hates all I despair
Feckless god damned governmental pity
Can't stave of hunger or starvation's city
Can't fast unquick -- laud justices unfair

Torment this fucking looker on of star
Making beauty-physic fairer than far
Of that cosmopolitan cosmic plane
To what metropolitan caustic fame

Makes of this fucking bullshit days-end game
When frustration makes keyboard warrior sane

Rancid Astrophil 13

And so my new direction begins here
With broken crown but memory's distant
Glance -- enjambed poet with mind so infant
The post post modern me sheds all his fear

Where the tiger failed the ram will not wait
Disposed of starlike wonder and thunder
Blasting starlight's flung vigour asunder
Run headfirst into hungered desire's sate

Ramrod this god damned fallacy of shit
Pound it till its new as a tarnished sail
Upon open winds and on grounded tail
Upon mounted arms and arms' last holy grail
Let loose passions and wars fear not to fail
Be the Whitman pill that Pound's eye did spit

Wasted Fortune

My father is a spoiled rotten child
Collecting pogey and parental support
Two homes paid for
And over a dozen cars;
Three written off
License ceased in DUI

"Honour your father and mother."

One sign of many -- biblical bullshits
Failed axioms mantras and maxims
From a book written long ago
By the nobodies of the Earth

"Know Thyself"

A much more resolute

Maxim from antiquity

The Delphic maxim referred to so in

Pythia

What do I know other than tantric meetings

Fleeting moments predisposed distraction

Look about the urban jungle's fraction

My sexual urges are entreating

To have but a single dipthong of lust

Following a LinkedIn classified ad

More bets I could hedge unjustified dad

Amidst conjoined particles of hip thrust

Rancid Astrophil 10

Marks my demeanor with spring time season
And oh -- what a spring time season it's been
Thoroughly my dating apps full of win
Curiousness then exciting reason

Befell me with unexpected surmise
A fire in one's eye, so did I swipe right
Her cuteness prevailed, and matched my delight
When a tinder flame turned tinder surprise

A match made rematch, to match make a friend
A blind date perspective excited me
It might go, quite well, or oh so badly
Curiousness won, and so to surrend

Any disbelief made by my own mind
Whisked away when to 苏州 I did find

Rancid Astrophil 9

But he knows it won't be like yesterday
Which is the name of a poem he wrote
A rhyme of memory rote wills to float
In her somberness of ways and the way

Sweet 苏州 lost from my grasp to fancy
Electric her so presence makes me feel
Spiritless in divinity's eyes, steel
No holds barred in love's lost necromancy

I know her not, but she is not least known
To my world's liaison is fancy thrown
Cross windswept alleys in spiteful treason
O'er valleys of delightfulest reason

Adjectival neologism's bone
Marks my demeanor with spring time season

On Epic

This poem is just a jumble of thoughts expressed
in passing

The April 9th Sequence

The Morning of the 9th

Icicle winds' dull chill
Dusk free smoke skies part ways
Lone rays' soft simmer

The Afternoon of the 9th

Deep cove rolling blue

Matchlock powder clouds dream

Stones flutter under toe

Mixed love like mortar

Fish painting rough current

Wood walkways breathe life

Rancid Astrophil 6

That bitterless not ssweet taste o' divine
A putrid rock in cheek see not the damned
But lucidly makes boastful, fistful, words hammed
That lord of the flies is not truly swine

The effort last ditched in place perfect pitch
Fruitless nights of ποιέω in cafe
Finding no Sylvan words for beings fae
Discovering days withheld of the bitch

Moonlit horrors' tumultuless fever
Weights not the least dense of my worst days' day
Festering stones in tongueless cheeks don't pray
That the Sun hoists days as with moon's lever

The Poetic gesture of my own night
Is that I will be forgotten in spite.

Yesterday

Pinecones shed brown scales

Blossom petals descend

Green needles prick soil

Rancid Astrophil 3

Star-crossed lover lost his chance
To make amend for lusts's lost dance
A one-two punch carried on balance
Boxer's grace -- harried electron's valance

Meaningful/meaningless, ditch your words
Frightful matchless, hitched up swords
Hacking away at visceral pain
Making a slay of hearts in vain

Acrophobic enemy of the state
Of knowingless gaze's gate
The darling known not in my eye
The starling speaks that those who cry

Shan't ever spy the leerless one
Faceless he whose visage run

Rancid Astrophil 2

Twilight breaks through dusks' hollow star
Bright young Aldeberan husks shallows afar
On star scorched shores of possibility
On those farthest moors of tranquility

Radiant cinders and ash most putrid
Daringest lingering and thoughts acrid
Glaring through pungent telescopes
Taking stock of forgotten last hopes

Giant red star, homonculous
Differences vastly homologous
Kissing new lusts' fair
Limbs weaving affair

The one affair that mattered never had
The bulging stars' tattered fever sad

Rancid Astrophil 1

Bitter, rancid Noxious heart

This day doth dream a better start

Poor man's bluff makes truer volley

Of a man's rough choices foley

Decisions made never least true

Paid for later with trembling few

Mightiest a few societally unbound

In the cult of perfection I so drowned

Having once heard I carry you in my heart

I never looked twice at my failed start

Dating apps fill a void so I am defined

Pleasure in tinder meetings oh refined

But a dark dream throws me askew

A nightmarish though of romance anew.

History of the Western Poetic Tradition

This is a poem of sorts, but not entirely
If I could write the history of the Western poem in one sentence,
It would be this:

First there was Homer, and then it got harder.

Literati

When Rat Traps maximize
All affect stands in most articulate poise,
And when predicates terrorize
Alternative facts express mellifluous intention.

Hootsuite's scheduling of stock photos
Twitter posts and fans of your Facebook page.
Food pics, #hasthags and rage post dramas
Political savvy, time zones around the world

And things you do, as if nobody is watching.

Such as dancing to the tune of a different key,

And the drum of a different beat.

You may find love on Tinder

And on Pinterest, chocolate chip cookie recipes,

Censored documents, burnt to a cinder

And of interest, a Danish roux with
potatoes carrots and peas.

But there will be no puzzle peace

In this Mangalomaniacal haze

Before fires make double cease

That lasts for ends beyond days

Tiger 3-4

Part 3

Expensive wine as Barolo
Picked of the vine that grows
of the grape of Nebbiolo
A Piedmontese vinery rose

To be consumed by whom which partake
In thingstuffs and fineries
Which leave the soul in a state of heartache
For luxuriestuff from expensive dineries

Then sit cross from me, me and I
And share in this fermentery so fine
For which witness of, seek to spy
Of this that is so richest of the wine

But don't!
Or do.


Part 4


Taken from one extreme to another
Oh! So so so haughty
East Coast to Pacific North something or other
Dabble with drugs, oh so naughty

The low-calorie martini
Of MDMA fame
Burns not as the Scotch
Yet indifference the same

And not the same type of word name
Although alcohol is no less a drug
Than any other Absinthe, or Mezcal
When nothing becomes of a larval bug

威士忌酒
For me，you，my love, ic luvie þe

December 2nd

December darkly Memoirs of early autumn air Motors hum distant .

Foreplay

Poignant melodramas
Make angry faces at melancholy
benevolent Despots.

As the last Gandhi speaks

the last lama reconsiders

taking reincarnation out of the picture.

But reincarnation doesn't exist

And souls don't exist

Or ghosts of Gandhic disciples

Aliens don't mutilate sacred cows

for your pleasure.

牛肉很好吃
There's nothing quite like -- a
        Big Mac. But most all burgers are better.

Food blows electric daisy winds
                    Pushing up 9 inch nails
                    Against the ruddy teal waters
Of tall mountains.

Tantric massages know no
               Bounds when prostitutes
Bind legislation
And make bitter pills in Ecstasy.

Tiger

Fetid noxious swamp aghast
The sight of the Id before the Ego
Archetypes anxious for Anything at last
They hid backstage among sentence fragments, snorting blow

Romeo oh Romeo wherefore art thou
For I see not but a foul gas
Breaking out beyond and past the brow
Cross putrid swamp's mossy hairlike grass

Prowling tiger kisses sweet limericks
And men from Nantucket pick fights
While a dog is strong up in a Shangri-lift

Sweet female bodies sell marvelous mavericks
To masses of consumerist knights
Who don't shoot penises at virtual paintings

Part 2

老虎， 我爱你
康熙帝说了，可是我不知道
Tiger also loves me
But Kangxi died a long time ago now.

Is Chinese poetical, and English dry?
Do you beg to differ, me and I?
Romance languages are passionate! Right?
Germanic-coolness, eh mite?

McLuhan said things
The medium speaks about itself
Twitter communicates what.

140 characters or less.
Radiance. Brilliance.
Eat gall bladder of the Tiger for more power.

What Cucks Think

It snowed again today

It doesn't often snow in Vancouver,

Twas a record setting season they say

Covering the ground like a haggard reminder

Old time is still a flying,

It's the end of the world -- as we know it

When Carlson melts down. Ice.

With his laser-focused heat ray vision.

Dear "You're supposed to be the" Science Guy, Bill Nye

"I'M OPEN MINDED. YOU'RE NOT!" 

Tucker
P.S.

"Love the bow tie, more than life itself."

Let it go -- let it all go, instead

Remember the time of Stravinsky,

or the times of Beethoven, or Hendrix.

Or Deathcab for Cutie. Or Daft Punk.

The maelstrom whirls, and the

Jovian sky portal calls forth

the winds of the Polar Vortex.

When that glorious lamp of heaven

Signals to erudite Alex Jones

that globalists market hot yoga as 

part of their demonic Illuminati agenda

TO TURN THE FROGS GAY

然后他说话 -- to one million Americans.

And yet the climate, changes the least.

But other climates change more,

And it is a sign, that the change is

very great.

Mind the climate, both literally and figuratively.

Pythia

E, one half of Pytho
The oracle of Apollo's temple
"No man in Athens is wiser than Socrates"
More or less said.

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Are the properties of word
inherent in the name of word
Heo biþ genemned
可是她没有叫名字。

Discordant struck strings
plucking notes of higher things
High structures, fine chords
"arpeggio", "tighter, AND faster."

Though I sit a small breadth away
A city's width to stray -- some might say
Flow, as the orchid, dancing lady
Go, like Ovid, the didactic coronary

Metamorphose, Sinful Oni,
Do not lay þine Kawaii neko-eyes  (😽)
Beady as the Magatama
On mine sulfurous guise.