Cement Lament

Rotten cotton
Sails away.
Hope's a dope
Fissure-men stay.
Old, too old
Soothers say.

Upchuck Chicky

Dense as clay.

Hurt, big hurt

Drops its drawers

Wicked she-dogs

Never paws.

Thimble symbol,
Thread of wife:

No help here

Nor garden's life.

Dust the rooms

Speak of care

Figure not

Nor deign to dare.

Spit up blood

Clot to scorn

Rip the lungs
Dung at dawn.

Stop the seed

Wind the sheet
Crush the heart
Not a peep.
Vince, the Man,

See him fade.

Place the dirt with the spade
On the site of his snooze,
Still a wish
Washed by booze.
Sober up: news again
Same as old...
Inkless pen.
Why, oh why?
Push away
Cup o'dregs
More to pay.
Leave me be or suck me dry.
In starry sky my only pie.
So long, Clem!
Clam it up.
Razor cuts,
Jaw's stubble juts.
Pigs and you: ruts and nuts.
Blast your smile,
Why schmooze the putz?
Soldier will
Stand stock still
And outlast last princess pill:
About face (when gaze she'd meet)
Sub-second 'fore...martial retreat.
Pride it comes
And pride it goes
Yet I shall stand on tippy toes.
And shoot the shit or third world scum,
Toss the bull or mongrel bum
When we see the unter-mensch
In numbers numbing,
Endless stench.
Then woe and sex, back burners keep
Thankful we, on our feet.
Drain each sewer-
Happy fight
Though we lose to the night.
No vulva's call to sap our strength,
No hopeless womb to charm our length.
Just one great "No!"
Until the fall:
Our gall is all...
Hail! Shopping Mall!
Yes, pavement crack of parking lot
With filtered sun through skylight slot
Lets weed wend'n poke through brave
As it greens an old Yank's grave.