Sunday, January 16, 2011

no place for a gringo


the monkey had brought the money
in a yellow box made out of honey
and rainbows were like everywhere
and there was cocaine in the teddy bear

and i could see the future in your pinto
and aunt jemima started to whisper into
my cold night ear the name of jesus
the true name of god: __________

her taloned plastic fingers kept scraping 
pustules from my naked shoulders
as i genuflected into the cauliflower
my grey balls heavy with powder

count chocula wiping the blood off his 
dick screaming something about being
late for an appointment, hanging on
upside down became a bat and flew away

22 comments:

Tameca Jones said...

Wow. Can I whisper Jesus in your ear? Or maybe moan his name in your ear? I'm not Aunt Jemima, but I am black. That counts. And I have some really, really tasty syrup.

Anonymous said...

what is this? Where do you get some of this stuff? I can't wrap my head around you. I really wish you would help me out. :)

Anonymous said...

The old man w/ grey balls sitting at HEB pondering about bats n vampires he attracts... In bee cave!

Anonymous said...

oh yes.. plenty of bats and vampires around. You have to be extra careful at all times.

Anonymous said...

The old man has balls to belt out benefits of bats: bats banquet on bugs, he brings bags of bat guano for bill brown in Bakersfield to bountilize his banana bushes!

Anonymous said...

I like bananas..

Anonymous said...

Me too, bananas covered with nuts and frozen dark chocolate: bitter, sweet, cold n nutty!
'See... Bats ain't bad at all...' says old man in bee cave wearing pink glasses... He sees la vie en rose...

Anonymous said...

That sounds delish. Maybe we could share one of these special bananas for dessert...

Anonymous said...

Maybe... You should only share desserts with me after you make sure that I'm a tutti frutti bat vs a vampire bat, who can really suck you dry and won't buy your music at all...

Anonymous said...

I got your tutti frutti..
And nothing could ever come between the music.

Anonymous said...

To be with a tutti frutti bat takes responsibility: you have to go to bat-handling class with her and she has the extra sense, she knows where you are, so you'll lose your freedom as far as hanging out with other bats. You should only adopt one if you are ready for it!

Anonymous said...

Well, forget about all those "other" bats! I am the BADDEST bat there is.. and I just want to share dessert!

Anonymous said...

Ok you bring the bananas n nuts. I'll bring the chocolate.

Anonymous said...

No, I will bring the chocolate...

Anonymous said...

Dear older man with salt n pepper balls, who is the 1st poet in human history to put Jesus n cocaine in the same poem, you can email me so I'll tell you the right kind of chocolate to buy, my1stNameLastName@gmail.com

Anonymous said...

I am not Bob.. but I'm certain he knows what kind of chocolate to buy...

Anonymous said...

dear chocolate bringer,
your comment reminds me of a movie where the husband left a wife bec. of the war, came back, but he was a different man, she didn't mind the impostor at all! in fact she liked him better than her old guy...
maybe we'll have fun eating dessert w/o Bob, if you show up instead! lol... ;-)

Anonymous said...

No thank you, I could never have fun eating dessert without Bob. I'm not sure how you came into this fun little feed to my imagination since I'm the one that brought up sharing dessert in the first place.

Sincerely,

The Chocolate Bringer

Anonymous said...

I love it! Someone more fucked than me....Rock on Sir Bob!

Anonymous said...

Let me know if you want to rad one of my prose...................

Anonymous said...

Your faces are mean and evil ...you need some love- happy faces = big dicks.

Anonymous said...

I would LOVE to read one of your prose................

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