Crack The Code Of This Generic Pollution
Decipher the news from the web of delusion
links to surf using only the mind
tired wired push-button magic
click on dotcom to further lower ethical standards
oh let's be honest the average mouse lacks depth
living in a two dimensional world its little nipple
always pointing to 11 O'clock
she doesn't know a rave from Ricky Martin
so you provide a color-splashed snapshot
of tribal dance culture call it a poetry forum
for the digital age of new or lonelies get linked
pathetic people organized very efficiently
you can always tweak the protocol later
but for now on to vibrato - less - voices
and death in salty ghoulish big beat bombshell
tricky weed soaked flow in the innerzone soap opera
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Ivana Trump On The Subway
It is a heavy eyeliner I use
slick, black as a wet rock
to drive the train of thought;
white steam pours out upwards
always up --
next the words,
they crawl out on the roof,
their eyes glow in the dark
in knee high leather boots
they stomp, jump to the ground,
kick those bastards in the teeth
beat 'em down!
But this is not
what I want to write about,
I want to tell you about the waiters
and how they sit,
loom, mock, block!
All I can do is catch a groove,
move, dip down, squeeze through
just in time to see Joy waltz with Sorrow
in an empty broken bottle littered parking lot.
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DEEP PURPLE
cantalope burns
in a French poem
spirals of smoke turn into clouds
strung together like a string of
soft OOOOOssss
outside on Pine Street
stained mattresses
complain to the trees
as they wait on the curb
for the garbage man and
his whirring motor hydraulic ram
and the flower garden lies
on the fringe of Holy Jnana
inside my lipstick screams:
PLUM! PLUM! PLUM!
.........
February
the last romantics hover
their ballon flight hearts
float up
abracadabra pale hands
spread out red rose petals
cupid watches
the whole diamond tangle
anchored in his chocolate eye
..............
enter thru the electric eye door
stories gaze straight into your screen
picture pain packed in deep
the angel horizontal on his cyber perch
eyes toasty spicy pools
the dream is the daylight thinking
past lions & tigers & sneaky patterns
dawn's truely odd obsessions
you have discovered
formations of perfumed slaps & turned realities
midnite email confessions
from net beamed beggars
who speak softly with white eyelid
of wooden zippers
oh seductress you think you are whispering
but you are really shouting
in sudden downpour drenches
©Tasha 2001
