spirits
when the body dies
the spirit rises up to Heaven
on wings made of pages
from the Communist Manifesto
the American Empire
has slaughtered countless millions
in the barrios of Latin American
in the rice paddies of Asia
in the slave brothels of Eastern Europe
in Gaza
but the dead are NOT gone,
America
they will come back as millions
upon millions of spirits
and each will be the spirit
of Che Guevara
America, your time is coming
a time that’ll be 1000 times worse
than the fires of hell
even worse than the fires of 9/11
America, when your time comes
your throat will be slit from ear to ear
your eyes will be gouged out
your guts will be ripped from your belly
America, I am not warning you—
I am laughing at you
and we will ALL be laughing
when the blood flows in your gutters
and you wonder what happened
to your stock market
your football players
your fat-ass baseball players
your wiggers
and your slices of apple pie
laced with cocaine and fentanyl.
save a thought ...
I remember all the homeless
my mother and I saw in New York everyday
we always gave them a dollar
and they would always say
Thank you, sir
I sometimes think about all the mentally ill
who sit in small rooms and scream
or laugh all day at nothing at all
or write poetry—
maybe one had something to do with the other
all the ugliness of New York
is enough to kill your soul, drive you insane
and sometimes when a person
loses their mind
sad to say
it never comes back
so think about all these people
every now and then
with a tear in your eye
and a yellow rose.
ghosts
thunder and rain
on a warm summer night
alone in my apartment
always alone
alone in so many ways
I mostly remember my father
and hate him
then sometimes I forgive him
and hate myself
did you ever wonder
what the rain
thinks
when it’s falling?
there’s ghosts wandering
the playgrounds
under the night-rain
wishing the moon
and the stars were out
so they could remember the past
too.
they got what they wanted
my dad was a drunk asshole
my mom’s dad was a drunk asshole
they did everything they could think of
to drive me and my mom
insane, make sure we failed in life
the 2 assholes are dead now
but they got what they wanted
me and my mom have been mentally ill
to one degree or another
for 35 years now
and we’re stuck here
in piece of shit America
surviving as best we can
as best we can.
Americans
fat
beer-drinking
football-watching
flag-waving
troops-honoring
trailer trash
who get into fights at Walmart
who go to restaurants
and spend all evening yelling
who watch America’s Got Talent
who let their large vicious dogs
roam the streets
who hate immigrants (like me)
and want to build a wall on the border--
what ugly hole in the universe
did you crawl out of?
and how do I shove you back in there?
learning guitar
my fingers seem to have
minds of their own
always doing what they want
not what I tell them
but then I do something 100 times
and get the hang of it
I can play blues
and rockabilly rhythms well enough
(you only need one note
at a time if you want)
if I get good enough maybe
someday I can join a punk band
and we’ll write songs about
the US military
and other babykillers.
“self-radicalized”
I got away
from the Bulgarian
pederasts
now I just have to
get away
from you American
trailer trash
it helps to be
“self-radicalized”
(communist
not Islamist)
I need to start
buying guns.
it took me 12 years
to figure out
that the prescriptions
my doctor was giving me
were posioning me.
I stopped taking them
without telling her.
I guess 12 years is nothing
in a universe almost
30 billion years old.
nevertheless,
it’s yet another crow
on the horizon
one more little thing
pushing me ever closer
to the edge.
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