Fragments of Poems

he is just enough schematic as most every average man
where the pull of work never ceases and never can
calm the storm which touches the brow each night
of demise in sight

our view of the world has expanded
to include every blithe hilltop or pore
as if someone has stood and commanded
take sharp notice to weakness galore
between you and me and the christmas tree
theres a lot to be said for declarative poetry
for simple facts when shown explain
a descriptive sense

Business is scummy; George agrees

Everybody knows by now, all businessmen are completely full of shit; just the worst kind of low-life, criminal, cocksuckers you could ever wanna’ run into – a fuckin’ piece of shit businessman. And the proof of it, the proof of it is, they don’t even trust each other. They don’t trust one another. When a business man sits down to negotiate a deal, the first thing he does is to automatically assume that the other guy is a complete lying prick who’s trying to fuck him outta his money. So he’s gotta do everything he can to fuck the other guy a little bit faster and a little bit harder. And he’s gotta do it with a big smile on his face. You know that big, bullshit businessman smile? And if you’re a customer – Whoah! – that’s when you get the really big smile. Customer always gets that really big smile, as the businessman carefully positions himself directly behind the customer, and unzips his pants, and proceeds to service…the…account. I am servicing this account. This customer needs service. Now you know what they mean. Now you know what they mean when they say, “We specialize in customer service.” Whoever coined the phrase “let the buyer beware” was probably bleeding from the asshole. That’s business.
• George Carlin

The Changes Borne

tell me
how does one become a billionaire ?
where does the money initiate ?
how does it travel ?
where does it accumulate
integers unproven on mere digital paper
is it any more real than the imaginative ?
is there any other magic we can agree on ?
I am looking at a graph of weather readings
as the air pressure rises
the air temperature falls
no wonder I have so many ups and downs
I am surfing pressure waves
the air has such wonderful breath
reaching deep into my caged chest

MADNESS, CONTINUED

Cher Used to be a Big Star

the brains of this place have commanded
nothing better than an open door
to learn all we need not know
for cynicism won’t feed itself

it requires information galore
from major corruption [ that is fo’ sure ]
to a fender bender in Bangalore
its all right there but its all right here too

Van Gogh could not live any other way
his letters, his paint, his madness
where trees are their very own
source of swirling illumination

knowledge is almost judgement
for men in perpetual rut
infinity is found in the smallest spaces
for the unknowable is easily contained

the Ship of Theses what a bunch of crap
why waste your time on philosophy
you are searching for something
that can never be found, if then

we see greed everywhere but in ourselves
growth is illusion and change relies on agreement
art is not blameless for the state o things
words are unimportant, but you’d never know it