Friday, February 17, 2012

sometime in my late 20's-early 90s
they started dispensing the bags
whatever you purchased
however small-you got a bag

indifferent evil
short term planeticide
the corp didnt care
waste-it loved waste
it was a tool of seduction

the bag might get to the can
outside the door
or at best as far as the door
in your house

4KKKK per year over 20 years
and the hydrocarbons rise
from the surface
crud glittering
in the corp's eyes
frosting its ruthless smile

diggin kim

double jointed chinaman sees the bum
across five points
holding up his left hand
looking at the sun
not a clue
but got the chicks

now he heard
loser was going all the way
seeing chick things
from the chick side of things
and his hormones
worse than regular chicks

buddhism couldn't do shit for that

hooking did
the familiar acceptance
the handshake and farewell stages
all conducted
in a laundromat
back room

the china bit
went a long way

the loser didn't know shit
about losing