Rancid Astrophil 14

Raw like the broken hearted canvasser

In his rawlike state of lost obsession

Clawing like Sephiroth in possession

As knowledge's danger-fuelled brasser

Take up the brass shield of adamant steel

And fling wooden splinters of anger's coined

The dangerous faggot twin trolls conjoined

If slivering silver tongues wonton feel

Word salad word salad forgotten rules

Your open wounded mind cajoles faint fools

Piquing interests as bullet piques life

Guns win wars and words win delight in strife

Power comes from the barrel of a gun

And phallic nonsense's of race be run 

Pitch

Birch bark sheets bloom as

Coriander lemon peels

Last ditched dried up pitch

Wakes

Wave wakes dew drop foam

Crescendo peninsula

Curtain drawn shoreline

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

Rancid Astrophil 7

That god damned waiting game -- kills every time
To sit by the phone, waiting for that text
When despite tearless heart's aorta flexed
My own self-worth was quartered for a dime

And the testing days of uneasy rest
Came to a close after many lost hours
And thoughts of thoughts without female powers
To mend my bleeding heart with nestling nest

Shove up the day you ridiculous whiny baby
Forget all these pathetic things
Forget that you have no tooth or nail
To claw bites at serpentine servant's sweet tongue

 Kill the feelings of respite
And follow the bear into the night

Yesterday

Pinecones shed brown scales

Blossom petals descend

Green needles prick soil

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.

The 9th of November

Windswept static brown 
Brush over rugged Earth 
Electric autumn