The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-in plasma screen tv.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

ten speaker surround sound, nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

eleven percent introductory credit card interest, ten speaker surround sound, nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a 104-inch plasma screen tv.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

twelve times the Prozac, eleven percent introductory credit card interest, ten speaker surround sound, nine Instagram likes, eight bluetooth earbuds, seven G wifi, six electric scooters, making us facebook official, four iWatches, three different iPads, two VR headsets, and a whole bunch of other shit no one needs.

 

 

 

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A Worthwhile Trade on a Wintry Morning

I’ll bet no one ever gets

a cold in the tropics: there’s

never a damned chill in the

air or the inability to thaw,

regardless of how many blankets

or cups of coffee are used to

counteract the situation.

Indeed, of all the time

I’ve ever spent down on

that beautiful island down

south, I’ve only ever caught

a mild case of the clap.

 

Decomposition

Pity to those who travel here

seeking witty banter, jocular

prose or even perhaps that

momentary respite inside this

old, hectic mind: a thought about

the current state of fascism all

wrapped up in beautiful consumer

goods and single-use plastic.

A throwback to the good old

times, which might have never

really existed, except in this

dusty memory. Clouded with

regrets and gin, swaying drunkenly

in a second line. Closed eyes,

a smile, clutching this bourbon

and crumbling from the

outside.

 

Sorry to those who made this

journey, only to find the old

girl dead. Still at attention, she’s

decaying in the air, choked

by the fires, and blowing

away with the warming

Santa Ana winds.

Leif Ericsson on Mount Rushmore

Fancying ourselves as simply

hardworking Protestants,

bringing refinement and manners,

family values to the Thanksgiving

table, we truly celebrate the

colonization and conquest

of this new world: tearing apart

drumsticks and mutton chops.

Feasting with mirth and mead

in our American-made

Valhalla. Three cheers for

our determination to conquer

those who have extended

our lives with their

peace.

Wahe Guru Ginsberg

 

From Howl by Allen Ginsberg

“Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand
and asshole holy!
Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman’s an
angel!
The bum’s as holy as the seraphim! the madman is
holy as you my soul are holy!
The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is
holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Peter holy Allen holy Solomon holy Lucien holy
Kerouac holy Huncke holy Burroughs holy Cas-
sady holy the unknown buggered and suffering
beggars holy the hideous human angels!
Holy my mother in the insane asylum! Holy the cocks
of the grandfathers of Kansas!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop
apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana
hipsters peace & junk & drums!
Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements! Holy
the cafeterias filled with the millions! Holy the
mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the
middle class! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-
ion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy New York Holy San Francisco Holy Peoria &
Seattle Holy Paris Holy Tangiers Holy Moscow
Holy Istanbul!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the
clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy
the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!
Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the
locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucina-
tions holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the
abyss!
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul!”