tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359172542011-04-21T19:31:04.071-07:00public enema #1http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985794077996995997noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35917254.post-1164310151672564072006-11-23T10:42:00.000-08:002006-11-23T13:11:44.266-08:00the wheezy warm embrace<br />the safety<br />all up in Barbara Streisand's nose<br />like Jonah in the belly of the whale<br />there is no escape<br />only acceptance<br />i can only be saved<br />by the miraculous<br />by Robert Redford's warts<br />by Martin Scorsese's eyebrows<br />by Julia Robert's lips<br />by J-Lo's booty<br />by the little squirrel that lives in Madonna's cooch<br />or...<br />what is that?<br />rumbling this way<br />like certain death with garlic breath?<br />a large greasy tumbleweed<br />rolling across the city<br />of despair<br />crushing the dreams of midget pornstars<br />it's Diana Ross's hairball<br />and it's picking up speed<br />rushing toward Barbara Streisand's nose<br />like Godzilla vs Mothra<br />and Barbara's nose stands up<br />honking angry, protective<br />power-snotting venemous goo<br />as D-Ross's hairball<br />vicious as barbed wire<br />engages the shnozz<br />the battle of the divas rages<br />o sweet hairball!<br />Barbara's nose cannot hold up<br />to the righteous fury<br />it's Diana Ross's hairball<br />in a first-round knockout<br />and I am blown free<br />I lay in the streets<br />exhausted, soaked in shmoo<br />coughing poisonous goo<br />o sweet hairball!<br />take me to Malibu<br />wash me clean<br />and put me to bed<br />as the waves<br />lap at the beach<br />lick at the sand<br />steady and loving<br />as Sappho<br />at a Girl Scout convention...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35917254-116431015167256407?l=nosebleed-ridge.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>public enema #1http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985794077996995997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35917254.post-1164253445059003502006-11-22T19:15:00.000-08:002006-11-23T13:23:55.890-08:00sleep is no longer my friend<br />my dreams have betrayed me<br />I find myself lost<br />Martin Scorsese's eyebrows have departed<br />come back<br />come back<br />come back, my bushy buddies<br />come back<br />come back<br />and save me from<br />a new nocturnal demon<br />the sound and the fury<br />screeching in my brain<br />can only be<br />Barbara Streisand's nose...<br />Barbara Streisand's nose<br />is now in charge<br />of the chase<br />across the landscape of loss<br />Barbara Streisand's nose<br />is powerful and angry<br />like a hippo on crack<br />with an itchy ass<br />and as it drags itself<br />like a wet snail<br />of insidious intent<br />along Melrose Avenue<br />spilling liberal doses of snot<br />shopping for a nose bra<br />with a swastika<br />in between sappy songs<br />massive and swollen<br />allergic to humanity<br />awe-inspiring like<br />an Easter Island head<br />dripping green<br />I run<br />Barbara Streisand's nose<br />is gaining on me<br />I run screaming<br />and finally, exhausted<br />I fall<br />it's Sunset Boulevard<br />Barbara Streisand's nose<br />snuggles close to me<br />gripping me<br />in a wheezy embrace<br />of insidious intent<br />sucking me inward<br />as warm streams of vaginal goo<br />leak from necrotic nostrils<br />I scream<br />I am being sucked<br />into the dark cave<br />where dreams go to die<br />i'm wet and poisoned<br />save me, dear Marty<br />forgive me, sweet Marty<br />don't let me drown<br />in a puddle of snot<br />from<br />Barbara Streisand's nose<br />I can't fight it anymore<br />I drink the liquid which flows<br />like nectar from your nose, Babs,<br />I call you my rose, my pumpkin,<br />my honey, my doll<br />we'll sell this script together<br />it's our love story after all<br />Bruckheimer can produce<br />we'll show Marty who runs Hollywood...<br />you and me, Babs...<br />hurry Marty, hurry, she's winning<br />I can't resist much longer...<br />lights, camera, action...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35917254-116425344505900350?l=nosebleed-ridge.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>public enema #1http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985794077996995997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35917254.post-1160680267368561782006-10-12T12:10:00.001-07:002006-10-13T10:50:50.733-07:00I scream in my sleep<br />Martin Scorsese's eyebrows are chasing me<br />across LA<br />I carry a tired cardboard suitcase stuffed<br />full of my old writings<br />novels and screenplays<br />and scraps of ideas<br />jotted onto bar napkins<br />crowding away the<br />phone numbers<br />of lovers gotten<br />and forgotten<br />notes for unwritten books<br />spill as I run<br />Martin Scorsese's eyebrows are chasing me<br />across LA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35917254-116068026736856178?l=nosebleed-ridge.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>public enema #1http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985794077996995997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35917254.post-1160675200116133612006-10-12T10:37:00.000-07:002006-10-13T10:51:27.326-07:00I am nauseated by Martin Scorsese's eyebrows...<br />Like standing up in a rowboat after drinking too much Jaegermeister...<br />Like e-coli spinach rotting slowly in the warehouse of my guts...<br />Like Darfur, like bad Boston accents, like spinning myths out of cheap spaghetti...<br />I am nauseated by Martin Scorsese's eyebrows...<br />Have you seen them dance?<br />There used to be a chicken down on Canal Street, in an arcade,<br />Who used to dance, but the arcade is gone,<br />the chicken is long roasted --<br />Obsolete, your services are no longer needed...<br />You have been replaced by Martin Scorsese's eyebrows...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35917254-116067520011613361?l=nosebleed-ridge.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>public enema #1http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985794077996995997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35917254.post-1160673511977015812006-10-12T10:15:00.000-07:002006-10-13T10:52:31.750-07:00I'm haunted by Martin Scorsese's eyebrows...<br />I study the way they wiggle for hidden Satanic messages<br />I wait with dread heart for some cartoon devil to pop out<br />Cackling and screaming like some Guinea/Mick Jiminy Cricket<br />on crack<br />I'm haunted by Martin Scorsese's eyebrows...<br />Thick and bushy, luxuriant as mink,<br />Supple as a ferret,<br />black as tar<br />nimble<br />noble<br />Nobel?<br />Able to leap tall emotions in a single bound --<br />I'm haunted by Martin Scorsese's eyebrows...<br />Haunted, sleepless, obsessed with Pasta...<br />Studying Vodka for lunch...<br />Haunted, Marty, haunted...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35917254-116067351197701581?l=nosebleed-ridge.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>public enema #1http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985794077996995997noreply@blogger.com0