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1. Please See My Home Page
2. All Young Europeans Are Hell bound
3. People
4. Hers or Mine

Please See My Home Page

(Originally appeared in a poetry newsgroup)

Please see my home page,
I thought this might be
A clever way to lead you there;
But as I discovered long ago:
Even selfish, extemporaneous poems
Can somehow contain some flair.

It's early Saturday morning,
And two idiots are lying in my bed,
Oh, why are my brother's friends so stupid;
And why couldn't they disturb
Someone else's life instead?

Please see my home page,
You might find it to be
Quite a delightful trip;
Or you may find it to be
Simply pretentious,
And wonderful fodder to rip.

I just went out back
To smoke a cigarette,
And saw the sun forming
A pyramid in the lake;
Once again I was standing
On top of the
Pyramid of the Sun,
But this time
Without a journey
To Mexico to make.

I think that everyone
Should drink yerba mate:
That supernatural
South American tea;
Look it up on the Internet
And share the ritual with me.

I feel that the greatest book
Is "Demian" by Hermann Hesse,
For no other book is so complete;
Eastern and Western philosophy
Have never before and will never again,
So seamlessly and magically meet.

Please see my home page,
I must clean the house
Before my mother arrives later today;
I don't want her to think that
She raised a barbarian.
And the way things look,
She just may.

All Young Europeans Are Hell bound

So thoroughly Godless

To your very core,

But yet you proclaim

Politics and American tricks

With fanatical zeal.

And so many non-Europeans

Are deceived �

They never stop to consider

That all those

Books and paintings

And statues and buildings �

Every single European

Achievement of note

Was not made by you,

But rather by the

Ancestors who you betrayed.

And still the Muslims

Storm across Africa �

The same Muslims

Who your forbearers

Fought tireless for centuries

To repel, because

They knew that they could

Never assimilate.

Where are the

Ferdinands and Isabelas now?

Where are the reconquistas today?

When right was right,

And the wrong were

Annihilated?

The invaders� intention then,

As it is now, is to

Conquer and convert you.

You reject Christianity �

Desperate to not even

Mention it in the
Charter of the European Union,

When Christianity

Was behind all of your

Great art � all that

Was beautiful in Europe.

And now nothing can stop

Those magnificent cathedrals

That are so glaringly

Empty every Sunday

(Except for the Japanese

Tourists with their

Ubiquitous cameras),

From being converted

Into Mosques.

You will be herded like

Cattle there, and then

You will condescend

To remember the True Faith �

Then you will cry for the

Aid of the God who you

Spit upon so gleefully now.

And then I hope He casts

You into the Pit,

And cause you burn

Eternally.

People

Why do you have that phone

Eternally pressed to your ear

When you never had and

Never will have

A shred of wisdom to convey?

Why do you drive

So damn quickly

When you came from nowhere

And have nowhere to go?

You are a phantasm:

Not alive, not real �

Just an outline,

Just a sketch:

Someone who never was,

Yet still insists on participation.

You�ve spent decades

Upon this planet,

But not one single

Profound thought has ever

Existed in your vacant brain.

And all round me you swirl:

Six billion manifestations

Of ignorant malignancy -

Dividing and multiplying

At a supernatural rate.

More and more and more

Of you with nothing

Worthwhile or valuable about

Any one of you.

It has been a

Distinct displeasure

Making your acquaintance.

Hers or Mine

Is she listening

To the same conversation

That I am listening to?

I am hearing him say:

�I want to F you.�

She is hearing him say:

�My what pretty eyes you have.�

�I love the way you wear your hair.�

�So what work do you do?�

Is she seeing

The same thing

That I am seeing?

I am seeing

A loathsome, slithering

Lovecraftian abomination.

She is seeing a

Clean-cut white man

With twinkling blue eyes

And curly blond hair.

Is she feeling

The same feelings

That I am?

She is feeling flattered.

She is feeling complimented

By a wonderful new man �

A prospect for marriage, perhaps.

I am feeling disgusted and horrified.

My breathing is constricted.

Every atom in my physical make-up

Is retching at being at so close

A proximity to this despicable,
Cancerous, substanceless creature

Masquerading as a human male.

Whose perceptions are correct?

Hers or mine?