cartoon affair #3 + #4

Posted: 20. June 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Another Cartoon Affair

Posted: 8. June 2017 in Uncategorized

CARTOON AFFAIR

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Teflon Plow Klute

Posted: 7. March 2017 in Uncategorized

Klute is neither the name of a puppy or a dwarf chimpanzee.

Klute cannot be bent or otherwise altered;
Linguistic, grammatical or by third player.
Klute will always seek to evade lock,

Therefore, you do not find Klute.
It’s best to let Klute find you.

Klute obeys neither our leaders in power,
The media nor the aforementioned third player.
Klute knows only the gold:
Its weight in bags,
Its bump against the thighs in the jacket pockets.
It is this gold and this gold alone,
That spurs our Klute.

The gold will also lead Klute to you.

The coins.
Klute love the coins.
For them Klute will
Kill, steal, rob, cheat, lie,
For later to
drink, fuck, eat, sleep, shit.
Necessitated and made possible
By the coins.
The true power of the coin is not Klutes concern
Other more useful and applicable objects
Is bumping against his thigh in its holster
Semi-automatic weigh in bag.

Klute has you in the crosshairs of his aim.

Klute draws first and shoots last.
Klute is always the last man standing.
Drunk under the table,
Fucked to an organ-grinder,
Over-eaten and drunk as a horse:
Spent several nights
Sleeping in his own feces,
However, you rose again, Klute.
Resurrected as ambassador behind the teflon plow ruins.

Klute lets his hand with the gun sink.
He has no quarrel with you.
He secures his weapon and puts it back in his belt.

Klute, you stand!
Unyielding, unchanging in the desert wind.
In the dark profile against the sunset.
And as the light disappears, you too must go, Klute-san.
No bogus goodbye, no kiss, no reason, no need.
Hat, coat and revolver,
One moment you are still there,
The next you’re gone.

Klute-Bye.

Without frills you disappear,
in the twilight behind the ancient teflon plows.

Fanny

Posted: 2. February 2017 in Uncategorized

In wormish splantor lettering
I rove along the Arn
Whilst fross and con bisettering
The soreless bierns of larn

Mies warn I went without a slean
Incombt on much and many
In varnless slant, of puffs and mean
She stated the name of “Fanny”

“So, Fanny ’tis, thou wormish slant!”
I bellowed in my wims,
While from my tars I snapped me ant,
And brought him through her trimms!

As blied and lorn ran from her trimms
Juvilerous I stood
Me ant was dripping, sond and spim,
And blark was field and wood

“Lornful wore, I glate thy pless!”
Expressed I, humphant starled,
Mien tried and prolled in bly and stress
The night-corl reenstarled

In wormish splantor lettering
I rove along the Arn
Whilst fross and con bisettering
The soreless bierns of larn

And Then You Die

Posted: 8. January 2017 in Uncategorized

 

Approaching from nowhere
The silent and the brave
Eagerly protecting the immune
Ardently holding on to nothing
Revelling in their lack of power
Fearing to lose what they never possessed

Striding on, across the fields of Naught
The silent and the brave
Steady on the course towards Oblivion
Sharpened blades in unable hands
Words of power in mute throats
Paralyzed ambition, incabable lust

And along we roam