WHAT?
    He has money?
    What a man, I say
    His penis grows smaller
    at every syllable

    Precariously
    silver swans belch belly up
    as scorned grass in autumn rain
    smirks at rust gray towns of the northeast
    sullied in toxic plumage mating songs
    smelling texxtures in E-flat
    tilting horns of dead dreams
    gauged ribcage reality
    pamplona bull in blood rage
    we watch the beating
    like a child eating ice cream

    dread lulled in falsity
    the chastity of an ancient whore
    golden boughs of servitude
    serpent cadeusus on torched crucifix

    kneel before the dead christ
    whose laughnig father never shows

    she screams
    cracks a tear
    shattering like glass
    on the ashen bricks of teenage angst
    images pass like speeding bus
    one blink
    an idea is history

    with or without word
    there is image
    image needs word to survive
    word needs itself
    like cookie dough
    basking in horror
    surrounded by nothing
    when word is squelched
    idea stands alone
    minus
    eloquent descriptions
    necessity is lost
    word describes necessity
    for procurement of speech
    speech without word is silence
    the silent mind
    wallows in jibberish
    jibberish is what we live
    when image is denied
    word is music
    image is vision
    vision need no word to see

    in the words of the dog
    "M'am, dat be wun fine leg you got day!"

    the sign

    she had me by the ears
    yanking one
    turning the other
    like shes pulling the reigns of an old plowhorse
    up! UP!! STUPID
    NO, DOWN !
    LOWER !
    i SAID LOWER !!!
    FLICK THE TONGUE !
    KEEP FLICKING !
    NOW GENTLY SUCK
    SWIRLING THE TONGUE
    slower
    slower
    oh yeah
    FASTER
    slower
    FASTER
    AAAAAAAAYYYYYYYEEEAAAAGGG!!!
    you FUCKHEAD !!

    my ears were raw
    mouth muscles burning with exhaustion
    I went slower
    more deliberate
    and then she came like it were the first time
    like each guilt ridden tear
    was saved for the perfect handcuffed moment

    it happened every night
    my face fused to the burning box
    constantly gasping for air
    coerced by honey
    a love hate thing
    on and on
    hate love
    love to hate
    i was a deadman talking
    and i loved her

    a pointless point
    blunt function
    conjunction junction
    extreme unction

    three square sitting in a church
    on the floor tile
    tile floor
    squares of squared squares
    cubed for spite
    in spite of themselves
    scourged by god
    purged of protein
    dirged by death
    in a line of little red one eyes
    marching off into the horizon
    to meet parallel lines
    a loop a line
    a line a loop
    line em up
    twitches
    bitches
    hitches
    ditches
    a crock of shit
    snake shit
    slither and slide in vaginal tide
    a honey pot madman
    licking his way free
    with musical progreesion
    runt aggression
    toccata and fugue
    on a bluesy riff thing
    wring
    sing
    verbs in paradise
    bite my ass
    talk some trash
    an oil drip on a noodle train
    mugwort dribblets
    wander like pond scum

    musk scent to investigate
    castigate
    castrate
    rubber mandibles tweak her flesh


    thoughts
    feelings
    morbid sensitivities
    a skull whose orbits emanate dull light
    the one way stree to humanities pitiful plight
    giant archeways
    going for baroque
    as stone angels
    stand as beacons
    to the citadel
    scratching sky like a wire brush
    on supple prayer
    dichotomy of final essence
    universal flatulence
    the gateway to infinity

    there is no comfort in the kkindness of strangers

    songs in singsong
    songs of songs sung
    sanguine
    linguine
    ling weenie
    past time
    in double time
    time to go

    a camera shutter at the thought

    dancing dicks caress the lioness
    the heavens are a giant tit
    lactating on swollen memeories

    pay for jesus
    PAY FOR JESUS
    laugh at the testicles
    of the fallen minister
    impotent minister
    he's an impotent man
    a laughing demon gofuckyourselve
    worthy of nastiest torture
    ministers in high heels
    ministers in panty hose
    high priests healing
    trolls
    dwarfs
    and gnomes
    in minister money
    priest money
    monsignore releases his bowels on the masses
    in an offal stench
    all collared and pious
    like his shit dont stink
    money
    priest money
    pedophile piss fuck
    wisdom unchained
    shameless teeth gleaming
    of fowl prophet hung in effigy
    hung for real
    vile reprobate money
    minister of justice
    cry of youth
    insulent youth
    in silent repent
    for stupidity in growth
    and moribund nature
    of low on food chain minister priest fuckwad
    sucking cocks of constituent drool
    called wise and corpulent elders
    respect and so forth
    madness
    money leech

    my gift to you....

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    Jeff Filipski

          Born in Buffalo NY. Educated at S.U.N.Y. at Buffalo with a degree in oil painting. Grew up between two steel plants and a toxic waste dump. The only polak in an all Irish neighborhood. Home sweet home. Expected to make steel. Not to think. Never made steel. Still waiting to think. Too much lead in the drinking water. Will wait some more...Currently living happily in Melbourne Florida with a wife and two children...
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