nobody said it was easy...
i went to a waking the other day with the shannons and charlie the other day. it was so hard. i only met the guy a couple of times, but i liked him. i felt really terrible. i was fighting tears but i tried not to cry or anything because i wanted to be there for shannon, especially at a time like that, when she needed it. it was weird but seeing him didn't get to me nearly as much as seeing these two little girls crying. i don't think i'll ever forget their faces.
anyways, today was just another average day. i was supposed to go and see hey mercedes tonight but chris and jessica both backed out, so i didn't go. damnit. i'm never gonna get to see them again.
check out this poem. it's one of my favorites. i was just going through this old poetry book i have.
FIRST THEY SLAUGHTERED THE ANGELS
First they slaughtered the angels
Tying their thin white legs with wire cords
And
Opening their silk with icy knives
They died fluttering their wings like chickens
And their immortal blood wet the burning earth
We watched form underground
From the gravestones, the crypts
Chewing our bony fingers
And
Shivering in our piss-stained winding sheets
The seraphs and the cherubim are gone
They have eaten them and cracked their bones for marrow
They have wiped their asses on angel feathers
And now the walk the rubbled streets with
Eyes like fire pits
Who finked on the angels?
Who stole the holy grail and hocked it for a jug of wine?
Who fucked up Gabriel’s golden horn?
Was it an inside job?
Who barbecued the lamb of god?
Who flushed St. Peter’s keys down the mouth of a
North Beach toilet?
Who raped St. Mary with a plastic dildo stamped with the
Good Housekeeping seal of approval?
Was it an outside job?
Where are our weapons?
Where are our bludgeons, our flame-throwers, our poison gas, our hand grenades?
We fumble for our guns and our knee’s sprout credit cards,
We vomit our canceled checks
Standing spreadlegged with open sphincters weeping soap spuds
And screaming
For the ultimate rifle
The messianic cannon
The paschal bomb
The bellied of women split open and children rip their
Way out with bayonets
Spitting blood in the eyes of blind midwives
Before impaling themselves on their own swords
The penises of men are become blue steel machine guns,
The ejaculate bullets, they spread death as an orgasm
Lovers roll in the bushes tearing at each other genitals
With iron fingernails
Fresh blood is served at health food bars in germ free
Paper cups
Gulped down by syphilitic club women
In papier-mache masks
Each one the same hand-paintd face of Hamlet’s mother
At the age of ten
We watch from underground
Our eyes like periscopes
Flinging our fingers to the dogs for candy bars
In an effort to still their barking
In an effort to keep the peace
In an effort to make friends and influences on people
We have collapsed our collapsible bomb shelters
We have folded our folding life rafts
And at the count of twelve
They have disintegrated into piles of rat shit
Nourishing the growth of poison flowers
And venus pitcher plants
We huddle underground
Hugging our porous chests with mildewed arms
Listening to the slow blood drip from our severed veins
Lifting the tops of our zippered skulls
To ventilate our brains
The have murdered our angels
We have sold our bodies and our hours to the curious
We have paid off our childhood in dishwashers and miltown
In the course of our searching
And they have shit upon the open mouth of god
The have hung the saints in straightjackets and they have
Tranquilized the prophets
They have denied both Christ and cock
And diagnosed Buddha as a catatonic
The have emasculated the priests and the holy men and
Censored even the words of love
Lobotomy for every man!
And the have nominated a eunuch for president
Lobotomy for the housewife!
Lobotomy for the business man!
Lobotomy for the nursery schools!
And they have murdered the angels
Now in the alleyways the androgynes gather swinging their
Lepers’ bells like censers as they prepare the ritual
Rape of god
The grease that shines their lips is the fat of angels
The blood that cakes their claws is the blood of angels
They are gathering in the streets and playing dice with
Angel eyes
They are casting the last lots of Armageddon
And now in the aftermath of morning
We are rolling away the stones from underground, from the
Caves
We have widened our peyote0visioned eyes
And rinsed our mouths form last night’s wine
We have caulked the holes in our arms with dusts and flung
Libations at each other’s feet
And we shall enter into the streets and walk among them and
Do battle
Holding our lean and empty hands upraised
We shall pass among the strangers of the world like a
Bitter wind
And our blood will melt iron
And our breath will melt steel
We shall stare face to face with naked eyes
And our tears will make earthquakes
And our wailing will cause mountains to rise and the sun to
Halt
THEY SHALL MURDER NO MORE ANGELS!
Not even us
anyways, today was just another average day. i was supposed to go and see hey mercedes tonight but chris and jessica both backed out, so i didn't go. damnit. i'm never gonna get to see them again.
check out this poem. it's one of my favorites. i was just going through this old poetry book i have.
FIRST THEY SLAUGHTERED THE ANGELS
First they slaughtered the angels
Tying their thin white legs with wire cords
And
Opening their silk with icy knives
They died fluttering their wings like chickens
And their immortal blood wet the burning earth
We watched form underground
From the gravestones, the crypts
Chewing our bony fingers
And
Shivering in our piss-stained winding sheets
The seraphs and the cherubim are gone
They have eaten them and cracked their bones for marrow
They have wiped their asses on angel feathers
And now the walk the rubbled streets with
Eyes like fire pits
Who finked on the angels?
Who stole the holy grail and hocked it for a jug of wine?
Who fucked up Gabriel’s golden horn?
Was it an inside job?
Who barbecued the lamb of god?
Who flushed St. Peter’s keys down the mouth of a
North Beach toilet?
Who raped St. Mary with a plastic dildo stamped with the
Good Housekeeping seal of approval?
Was it an outside job?
Where are our weapons?
Where are our bludgeons, our flame-throwers, our poison gas, our hand grenades?
We fumble for our guns and our knee’s sprout credit cards,
We vomit our canceled checks
Standing spreadlegged with open sphincters weeping soap spuds
And screaming
For the ultimate rifle
The messianic cannon
The paschal bomb
The bellied of women split open and children rip their
Way out with bayonets
Spitting blood in the eyes of blind midwives
Before impaling themselves on their own swords
The penises of men are become blue steel machine guns,
The ejaculate bullets, they spread death as an orgasm
Lovers roll in the bushes tearing at each other genitals
With iron fingernails
Fresh blood is served at health food bars in germ free
Paper cups
Gulped down by syphilitic club women
In papier-mache masks
Each one the same hand-paintd face of Hamlet’s mother
At the age of ten
We watch from underground
Our eyes like periscopes
Flinging our fingers to the dogs for candy bars
In an effort to still their barking
In an effort to keep the peace
In an effort to make friends and influences on people
We have collapsed our collapsible bomb shelters
We have folded our folding life rafts
And at the count of twelve
They have disintegrated into piles of rat shit
Nourishing the growth of poison flowers
And venus pitcher plants
We huddle underground
Hugging our porous chests with mildewed arms
Listening to the slow blood drip from our severed veins
Lifting the tops of our zippered skulls
To ventilate our brains
The have murdered our angels
We have sold our bodies and our hours to the curious
We have paid off our childhood in dishwashers and miltown
In the course of our searching
And they have shit upon the open mouth of god
The have hung the saints in straightjackets and they have
Tranquilized the prophets
They have denied both Christ and cock
And diagnosed Buddha as a catatonic
The have emasculated the priests and the holy men and
Censored even the words of love
Lobotomy for every man!
And the have nominated a eunuch for president
Lobotomy for the housewife!
Lobotomy for the business man!
Lobotomy for the nursery schools!
And they have murdered the angels
Now in the alleyways the androgynes gather swinging their
Lepers’ bells like censers as they prepare the ritual
Rape of god
The grease that shines their lips is the fat of angels
The blood that cakes their claws is the blood of angels
They are gathering in the streets and playing dice with
Angel eyes
They are casting the last lots of Armageddon
And now in the aftermath of morning
We are rolling away the stones from underground, from the
Caves
We have widened our peyote0visioned eyes
And rinsed our mouths form last night’s wine
We have caulked the holes in our arms with dusts and flung
Libations at each other’s feet
And we shall enter into the streets and walk among them and
Do battle
Holding our lean and empty hands upraised
We shall pass among the strangers of the world like a
Bitter wind
And our blood will melt iron
And our breath will melt steel
We shall stare face to face with naked eyes
And our tears will make earthquakes
And our wailing will cause mountains to rise and the sun to
Halt
THEY SHALL MURDER NO MORE ANGELS!
Not even us