Everything I Once Hated I've Become,
One After Each After the Other
Come to Jesus
Ive become fragment//
I stage whisper raw nonsense in the starpuppy's ear,
like a pretentious darling who imagines sultans
hang on the whim of his fancy phancy.
My ugliest shame I dangle
like a noose monkey
begging for public lynching.
Here I am, stuck in the middle.
Tonight I told a beautiful swiss choreographer
that the bulk of my work
the work of my peers
Tonight I told the first woman I've felt anything for in a decade
that most slam work is “proletariat”.
It just slipped out,
like the top of my diaper
over the waistline of my work pants.
I deserve to be punished.
I'm afraid to admit what for, because--
I'm afraid to admit why I'm too afraid to admit--
(I'm at an Acid Mother's Temple show at Chop Suey
with Oscar (his idea, and it's great),
and ran into the buy who told me about the
Fungal Abyss show we went to last week (which he wasn't at)).
At 6 and 7s years ago I ran up a $600 bill on my paternally-funded phone bill
by playing simplistic browser games, so when I say
I'm addicted to video games,
please understand that I am not just fucking around,
I am prostrating myself on the altar of your judgment,
and begging for forgiveness and help.
It's true. The Klute can tell you about
how I spent a night unlocking all the characters
in Mortal Kombat Final Destination.
Any ol' Johnny Lexicon knows what shitty gig I give
after red-eyeing through Gargoyle's Quest
My first beer pong partner was a Lukumi priest.
We had the same agent, briefly.