Pavlov and Zola.

I accuse Pavlov’s muttley flea bitten sidekicks

Of the statutory violation of my serenity

In other words a pack rape of the soul

These slavering edification manglers incarnate
Wringing the last drop dry from a scabby nipple

Your legs will get you nowhere stenchman
Here’s a frog in your bark, blood in your eye
And a jesus log in the crook of your face

Should snickering revengers drink bare poison
Then let it be their last
Once you have had proposed propound eliptness
In the form of an abandoned squalling Prince
You will be aghast enough to spit forgiveness
On the grave of an out of work actor methinks

Like a cactus in the desert
Who’s bitter tears leave a blaze of flickering petals
You’d be better off drinking salt
And expecting the other person
Your intended victim
To be the one to cry like a stone
To be the one to swallow keel haul water
The one to mewl for the stomach pump
The one to call on the clock of your daughters
The ones that baked orngy-morngy custard
Green snot pie
All mixed together with a dead dog’s eye.

Indecent abrogationer of my simplicity
Inveigling my mind like the hungry tapeworm of a rusty ghost-train
You taught a billion children by the dinner gong
To eat up their spleens to come in from the rain
Where they are happily playing
To act like part of the machines – utilitarian and afraid
To be not to be but to be conditioned to obey
I am the ghost of Emile Zola
Saying to the ghost of Monsieur Pavlov
J’accuse`!
ding ding.
chomps on a biscuit treat.
Saying to the ghost of Monsieur Pavlov
J’accuse`!
ding ding.
chomps on a biscuit treat.
did someone ring?
collision
opposites
the universe
do you know who i am?


04/11/2008