metaphysical poet
Posted: March 24th, 2012, 10:20 pm
your art was the ravings of an electro-shocked world
don't get on your high horse mustache of history
listen to the flamenco of flattery in the ironic insult
to your scattered on the gypsy wind senses
listen!...if I need to use some big words to rattle
your tree, I would conjure the carnival maximus
hey! Jodorowsky is a "metaphysical poet"
Neruda said, "I am not a metaphysical poet"
ah, that we split metaphysical arse hairs, who cares
it's in the arsenal of your ontological nostril flares
your hoodoo boohoo is kuckoo too, who bares the mark
hark! and the prophetic fool did sing the shark song
I would conjure the gynecology of the bad body politic
that we might expose the sick rose in all its gaudy glory
brother, can you spare a war crime, a messed with
wind chime, a blue moon, a plastic Buddha
with a led light third eye, I once knew a poet
who said he was the devil and the deep blue sea
I thought I could hear Nietzsche, in the crazed ramblings
it almost sounded Chinese, and you can't mock that, Voltaire!
"a witty saying proves nothing" oh that I might snuff that, up
my snout of Gilles de Rais, they sing your praise in musty
old books in Kafka's castle, ah that I should invoke Meyrink
ya think?
don't get on your high horse mustache of history
listen to the flamenco of flattery in the ironic insult
to your scattered on the gypsy wind senses
listen!...if I need to use some big words to rattle
your tree, I would conjure the carnival maximus
hey! Jodorowsky is a "metaphysical poet"
Neruda said, "I am not a metaphysical poet"
ah, that we split metaphysical arse hairs, who cares
it's in the arsenal of your ontological nostril flares
your hoodoo boohoo is kuckoo too, who bares the mark
hark! and the prophetic fool did sing the shark song
I would conjure the gynecology of the bad body politic
that we might expose the sick rose in all its gaudy glory
brother, can you spare a war crime, a messed with
wind chime, a blue moon, a plastic Buddha
with a led light third eye, I once knew a poet
who said he was the devil and the deep blue sea
I thought I could hear Nietzsche, in the crazed ramblings
it almost sounded Chinese, and you can't mock that, Voltaire!
"a witty saying proves nothing" oh that I might snuff that, up
my snout of Gilles de Rais, they sing your praise in musty
old books in Kafka's castle, ah that I should invoke Meyrink
ya think?