Jon Randall's Hashish-Crazed Poems

Penisdirt

Small souls need sentimentality
Neatness is all
Never slop over the white lines with wild color or
attempt to embelish the armature of
somebody else's vision of what you should be
Mostly for the crassest bottom-line greed head economic reasons
The people with real money want to keep their fountains overflowing
With you blood, semen, and bitter tears

We're tired of your anal retentive fears
Vile yuppie scum stop choking on your own hemorrhoids
You barely humanoids have annoyed me
Annoyed beyond paranoid
Now paranoid is really real and
Soon you'll know just how I feel
You Slimmy slimy eels -- wait you
Penisdirt

Ballad Of Mickey D's

I will noteat at Mickey D's
I will not go to Taco Bell
I will not dine at Wendy's -- No
And that is the end of that!

I will not chomp at Barfer King
I will not chew at K.F.C
I will not brunch at Denny's -- No
And that is the end of that!

So here I burp at Burglar King
And stand in line for Taco Hell
And bust a gut in the Box of Jack --
'Cuz I wuz starving to death
For a Cheap
Quick
Snack
O

THE TAJ

The Spider in my Bath Tub
Is dripping with jewels
Like the baby Buddha
Though I use toilet paper to remove him
Collectors would pay vast fortunes
What if this was an endangered species
What if the loathsome spider was
The emperor of the Taj Mahal
What if the Buddhists are right
And it's all incarnation
Of course
Am I snuffing the life of the bride?
Or the emperors who made the music of marble
Or just a bug that grosses me out

I don't think I'll ever see the Taj Mahal
In the blue vein moonlight
The symbol of the cunt chased and cleansed
In the blue veined moonlight
Love is unseen like the wind
Obscene and yet very clean
Blue vein is the moonlight
That's me
Now emperor
But chaste and cleansed
I shiver
India is five thousand miles away
I shiver -- do not delay
The morning sun's first ray
And all the roosters crow
And the marble blaze
My eyes are amazed
At the neigh

I am only a hashish-crazed peasant
Passed out in the sand
And
hearing the emperor's
Cobalt blue veined
Black Arabian horse
I choke again, bowed
On the sand
Of crushed jewels,
Dripping of the baby Buddha

LANDS END

There at a secret place where
Furtive fairies coagulate
And the ocean crimps itself
And again it crimps itself
And again and then it yawns
And again
All the lily-long day
Yes the ocean crimps itself
And it never ever scrimps
It just crimps and yawns and crimps
Folds of white all the lily-long night
And the ocean crimps again
And it yawns and it yawns
And it crimps and it crimps
and it crimps again

No More Oars -- No Mas!
"La Nada Grande"
Homanye a Frida Kahlo

La nada

La Nada

entonces

La Nada.

Porque

No es

El Nado Grande?

Mucho?

Es el Machismo!!

Too much coarse Cologne

And the fatuous use of

Brilliantyne ... just

more of

Thor's fierce elephants;

sporting

row upon row

upon row upon row

of flailing oars

And Clanging

Golden