from: trouble in the bubble jungle – diary of a punkrock poet – 11 poems 2000 to 2007
i am the cat in the box
trapped in someone else’s experiment
locked in someone else’s question mark
but i’m clever, and i drink the poison
and with my insane disdain to drink anyone's
half-glass of bullshit
and my magical powers of scio te ipsum
i convert it to vinegar in my gut
in the corner of the box i piss
the acid burns a hole and i crawl out
now i sharpen my teeth on real trees
and i’m chewing thru random wires, inverting map legands
i’m banging on drums made of duct tape and dirty jokes
i declare this alley, these loose bricks, burnt newspapers
this pile of ford pinto an institution, i declare it sculpture
i’m blocked all downtown rush hour madness
for emergency poetry yard sales
i’m joining random counterculture revolutions
to meet pretty girls and collect free bumper stickers
i’m doing the neolithic antihero freak-show-bar-hop
i’m performing human folly
with freelance daredevil authority and a two-drink minimum
(i was there when they invented slam dancing
i know how to give and receive love)
i’m washing my face with industrial strength mask remover
my survival is hop-scotch thru the mainstream minefield
my youth is eternal
full of piss
and vinegar
i lost my label, my brand name, my serial number
took a giant academic sized dump, flushed and it was gone
i’m existing without a guild
without a publisher
without an em-eff-ay
without a pepsi grin, a juicy ass to kiss, or a walmart handjob
all these tall towers of glass standards, these glass monsters, these glass hammers
looking down on me, scolding me:
you can’t bend spoons with your eyeballs
you can’t play piano with a baseball bat
you can’t wear your hat as you please
inside or outside or in-side-out
you won’t make any money writing this crap
don’t expect us to take you seriously
bite me
yours truly
the cat that
pissed all over your box
jalopy dreams 