Archive for April, 2014

What Price Beauty (Redux)

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A penny for your lips
Half-dollar for your hips
Shiny Susan Anthonys for sweetening milk of yielding, shivering thighs

The market favors fresh
A half pound of clean flesh
Keep your blood, your heart, your psyche, chastity and compromise

No need for those bits
No one calls for it
The market wants emaciated, vapid, and adulterated rasping sighs

What price beauty?

All quite regular
And soon quite over
With proper application of delicate denials and narcotizing lies

Spurious Aphorism #4

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2014 by unsensible

As a young man I wondered in horror at the thought of selling my principles; Now I worry about naming a price for those old, hard-worn treasures.

Spurious Aphorism #3

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Doing something you love is working every moment of your life; Doing something you hate means working 9 to 5; Switching from one to the other makes every honest day’s work dishonest, forever

Spurious Aphorism #2

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Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some choose greatness because the alternatives are too appalling.

Spurious Aphorism #1

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If I can’t have justice, give me luxury.

The Gorilla and The Elephant

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Terminal velocity to mountains of your lips
Luminous ether eyes flash white with sweet concentric light
Obscured and then revealed again by orbiting of hips
A fascinated prisoner in shelter of the night

Midnight, actias lunae sink on a rising zephyr
She’s sweet (so sad) said myself with surreptitious glances
The night and stars ease the rub of atmospheric pressure
Chthonic tasks poll rivers of Sisyphean chances

My elephant is leaning in the corner of our room
800 pound gorilla is still slouching in your bed
Discretion watches valor in the gloaming of the gloom
We tacitly agree that there is nothing to be said

It’s impolite to point accusing fingers at the dead
No gentle love to speak aloud of open secrete dread
The hardest sound to swallow is a secret never said
Flat silvered eyes and jaws tied tight, we imitate the dead

Everybody’s Goal

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 5, 2014 by unsensible

In the home that haunts my flickering nights
Mountain gouged rail lines with peak-blasted flats
Towns on hot jetties of sebaceous lights
Mechanicals slump like slumbering cats

On the cool bosom of deepening woods
Victorian ladies wilt in a row
Miners stamp black off of calcified goods
Swooning of timbers as she’s soon to go

But Everybody’s Goal is to Mine More Coal
The woods will come back from 100 year fire
Now Everybody’s Goal was to Mine More Coal
And tourists come buzz to a guttering pyre