Happy Sanity Discussion

Happy Sanity Discussion



‘depression, I don’t have time for it.’

“I don’t have time for anything else.”

‘what about your mania?’

“I don’t have time in them.”

‘you’re wrong’

“You’re right.”

the meaning of poetry

the meaning of poetry


he lives
life
like when
you
use a word you
don’t
really know and hope
somebody
can make sense of your sentence
really he runs
the risk of becoming an intentional idiot or
an accidental genius
take callow say that I insert her here_______________.
or: the callow flames of white
hot love burn blue or orange. not a very meaningful or poetic sentence
mission accomplished I feel bad unless I’m
writing empty callow sentences Poetry gives me jelly knees and nobody wants to seen
with somebody with…I’m sure if I had a phone it would
be ringing right now: my unflappably
callow cat having been gone for a
few good days offers up a meow
to upend our recent paradise of
silence
crashing on me are: my thoughts,--1) whether to write right now 2) or ever again 9seeing myself as a hack wannabe
objectification novellaist
with carp-pull-tunnel of nasferatuian dimension, alone, superfluous, extraneous, nasturtium, callow, as loveable as Della Reese on the rag 3) “”Don’t tell me writing begets more writing!!!””

If this was poetry, I’d fly

If this was poetry, I’d fly


perfect again
as always
my bed could
take ten of me
my room smelt
like clabbered
underwear
I was
reading calmly
absorbing everything
learning who I would
become again in silence…
perfect silence…
my electricity had been
cut for weeks
…then the fly,
that damned fly
whose wings
was
all the
noise that ever
was
If I were a universe
my cold fate
just became
early fire
If I died
I was violently revived
If I only told the truth
I just lied
If I were beautiful
I just cried
I am none of these
thank god
But I tell you: that Goddamned
Fly has
ruined
my
life for good.

what is fame without philosophy?

is masturbation afraid of being alone?
in those clouds,
I worry over
the self that others see,
the self that I see,
and the self that is seen by the self that I see.

Not really, but that is about as philosophical as it gets.

Accomplished

I am the hardest working man who never finished anything
the hardest thinking man who never created

I do not believe in the psycho lounge--where you hide from insanity--I believe in the madness
of
the
world

Spplatter

some days are word days

some sentence

paragraphs

plots

parallax of soul

penumbra of young and old

parables

periods

phrases

catapultian swing geocentric manic moon phases

ills of yestermorrow

prophit

procrastination of pleasure

Valentine’s

Fresh air
blew thru walls
and past my space heater
at the speed of 9 degrees below zero.

Ice collected on the floor boards.

A skunk farted
in the back yard
and it hangs in the house
like crime.

I can see my breath indoors

she says it feels
like the itch
and the scratch
at the same time.

I couldn’t get it up

and

we had to wait a day late to get the chocolate's half-off

....

It was the best Valentine’s Day I’ve had

because

It’s the only Valentine’s day I’ve had

War Plan; or If you see the Buddha, blow her up

War Plan; or If you see the Buddha, blow her up

“When you know your enemy, then you will know yourself” Sun Tzu, The Art of War

[for the monotheists]

one part
crusader
&
one part
jihadi

they die
and kill
like
God in the flesh

purifying thru blood

they do not
separate
God and State
or
Murder and Religion

they believe in a jealous god
but what exactly is god supposed to be jealous of?

notice they say;
more have died in the name of God
not
in names of God
or
in name of Gods

monotheists bear
the lion’s share
of murder

when I saw the live feed of a crusader getting beheaded
I lost it a little more

and wanted to send them a feed of a jihadi
whose lobbed off cock I’d put in the blender
and mixed with some home brew
and we drank together
as an offering
to war

just so they would know
I’m crazy too

but then I thought…
this isn’t enough

everyone is violent
and so when people
say
he or she could never…
they’re wrong
we can

so can you

I doubt no one
because
I believe in the
power of blood

but
I can’t stoop
to the level so

HERE IS MY WAR PLAN--

you lose
america
because you‘re half-ass

to avoid revenge,
says Machiavelli,
you either
pamper or crush
your enemies

you should be more conservative
than the conservative
and
more liberal than the liberal

according to the 9th sura
of the Koran
if the infidel makes a pact
and breaks it
declare jihad

but if the infidel
keeps his word,
because God is just,
there can be no jihad

so here is the pact
among monotheists

the US should pull support for
Israel
get out of Iraq and Afghanistan

stop making orphans
in the Middle East
and
tomorrows foe will
show you mercy

Napoleon said it,
the best training for a soldier is
poverty and desperation

[guerilla war wins every time]

if you imprisoned my father
I would throw a rock at a tank

if I had balls

and maybe I don’t have balls

we all like to think we have’em

most don’t

you see, Islam would crush Christianity
simply because of her testicles
because of crazy tempered with discipline

so we cut and run

with one stipulation

with one warning

many a time as a boxer I’d lay back on the ropes

knowing the other guy had more heart

was tougher

hell, the ref probly had more heart

but I had punch

and the guy had will

he waylayed me

I was like a purse full of chapped pussies

and then….

bam

I would rock him with a sneaky counter

then knock him out so hard

he never was the same again

so that would be the warning the white man
would dish out to the terrorist

we stopped terrorizing you,
you stop terrorizing us.

[the big terrorist always punishes the small terrorist, ruthlessly]

we will no longer rape your land
and kill your fathers.

we let you be

and if you so much as set a firecracker
in my lawn

it’s on

I give you the place and time
Three nukes in all

One on Mecca

One on Medina

and fuck it

One on Jerusalem

we then paratroop every sort of lowlife psychopath into the major cites
every rapist, murderer, and child molester we got.

we starve them, arm them, then fly them in

whatever happens happens because shortly after we
sail in another round of nukes

wasting them all

then the real war would begin

the mother of motherfuckers

the monotheist would kill each other off

the only just war is
when one man who is willing to kill another
kills
another man who is alspwilling to kill

in this sense
the bigger the war the better

the more monotheist
that die the better

as chairman Mao says--
war can only be abolished through war
in order to get rid of the gun it is necessary to take up the gun

let all murderers murder each other

peace will reign
waiting on the next generation
of watered-down murderers

the plan gives peace
a chance
then suicide

===

all of this
I’m saying
is just bullshit

really

you want to stop fucking with
the Arabs?

you want to save
grandpa’s children?

kill oil
before
oil kills
us

the genius who
does this saves the world

no matter where you’re from
the enemies of the world are the men who do anything for oil

beat the fuel and crush the enemy

that’s all

and if you ever see me
on a ballet

don’t vote that year
or kill me

unBalanced

Is it
possible to
have
fingers
stickier than
Genet
and
redder
than
Villon
and
no one
know
the
better

Denial

That day
my brother
Said she
was gonna
die

but didn’t

I was in denial
as he cried

Mom never died
and
I never got
over denial

standards

There was never
a gold
standard,
only an
Idea standard

Four bullshit lies
to every
decent idea

when we
ran out of
those

there was
the
crack standard

the standard
of empty promises
and loaded guns

some argue
we gave up
standards
of every kind

and pissed
away the
gold

In the US
we only
export
lies

Worthless

i stole beer money from my mom

after i moved back in

at 33

Home was the next best place
from the crazy farm
or homeless
shelter

i could stay out all night
and drink beer

and say so-long to mom & dad before they died
and love them a little more
because all the honorable americans left their parents long ago

i stole Sacajawea’s from mom, a roll of ’em, rare issue,
drank till the sun rose and the moon fell again

i got married and moved my pregnant wife to the mountains

she is back at our cold rental
and i haven’t smoked in five months but i’m smoking right now

as the fire burns i finish my beer and my fun goes with the smoke

during a christmas visit, mom asks what my spare coin is,
fool’s gold with the face of an Indian,
mom who’s lost her
mind
i
love

it’s a Sacajawea, mom, it’s worth a dollar

Bar Writer

Inevitably they come up

you’ve been sitting there achieving a warm buzz
and working out a few hundred words

30 or 40 minutes of peace
you just blew thru your last $3 and didn’t tip
you’re on your way out
and he catches you at the door

‘you’re a writer aren’t you?’

sort of..

‘damn right you are!’

next time he’ll come and sit next to me

guess I’ll have to never come back.

Career Fair

hi

i am a jew from texas

i have bad breath and am a lot smarter than most of your applicants

my resume is science fiction and I walk around with my tail tucked

to another fat man in a stand glaring down his nose

‘if i gave you a million dollars, sir, Mr. ralston, what would you do with it, sir, how do YOU see yourself investing it?’

funny you should ask. i have a million. the guy who hates money…the only guy in his family who isn’t a millionaire. my wife has a million and i’m horrified. i’m here to learn how not to burn money.

i haven’t the faintest idea, really

‘you have to have passion, Mr. ralston. i don’t see YOU having passion. did YOU come here to apply to Merrill-Lynch or did you just need a job, any job, because, you know, to be successful here there can be nothing else, working for us is all you can ever want. to be honest with you, son, maybe one guy all day has the dedication.’

he tosses my resume under the table, and smiles, his bald head sweating like cheese.

‘you need to figure out what you want to do.’

the family’s all lawyers or doctors and i just got a gig as a butcher.

i am a bad employee

i am a bad husband

i do bad with authority

‘are YOU credible to your family sir?’

credible as a cracked nut. they called me loser until they lost hope and then they didn’t call. I can’t afford family reunion anyway….[[i didn’t say this, i think] i said:

you know, prick, my cousin used to work for y’all and
embezzled millions without getting caught. don’t worry tho, he drank
himself dead last year.

shortly after…while i was about to start in on the guys from
the CIA, a security guard escorted me out to freedom and cold air.

Haters of america

you despise America
b/c she is
corrupt & arrogant

Power corrupts.

all are its victims..

china, india...you're next

Ode to Things

We are all wonderful Nobodies

withe the gimmick of Logic

ande the gift of Nonsense

slaves to duty & love

and free

sharing pain & pleasure

and alone

sorting thru names

in an unnamed universe

and proud

collecting objects
we no more own or understand than
air in the lungs of ours
or stars we buy
from towers in the sky

collecting dust

waiting to become dust

floating around that star on dust

slowly becoming what
we love and loathe