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with your naked eye ball
with your x-ray vision
you see our doom
flying into the mortal sun
screaming for justice.
I never expected the
burnt offerings. I didn't
care whether it was a
goat or a
14 year old virgin. I
was in it for
the money: the gold
and silver coins, land deeds,
trust funds,
resellable mutual bonds,
placed at the altar
of my feet.
Must you bring slaughter
and idolatry into
the matter?
I can't use your ATM cards,
too many numbers
to remember.
The guy who sat
2 seats
behind you
in the 10th
grade
who
could
fart louder
than anyone
in school,
the same guy who
came up
to you at
a high school
dance
and
brushed
his
fingers under
your nose
and
said:
"smell"
after
being
in the back
seat
with your ex-
girl friend.
This
guy
has
become
a
STAR:
writing
his
autobiography,
which is
being made
into a
movie
with him
starring.
He's
giving
interviews
about the
profundity
of his
popularity,
and
on
a special
tv show
he came
flying
down from
the ceiling
on pulleys
and when
he landed
he farted
and huge
puffs
of smoke
and flames
shot
all
over
the stage.
There was
a French
guy
who
toured
all the
finest
theaters of
Europe
in the
1920's,
who
could
blow out
candles
and
make
his
ass
talk
and sing
Parisian
lullabies
and
I bet
he
got
rich
and
got
a lot
of
pussy
too.
Doug Draime emerged as a presence in the 'underground' literary movement in Los Angeles in the late 1960's. His most recent chapbooks are Knox County (Kendra Steiner Editions) and Los Angeles Terminal: Poems 1971-1980 (Covert Press). Forthcoming, Boulevards of Oblivion (Tainted Coffee Press) and a larger collected volume, Farrago Soup from Coatlism Press. His diverse range of writing, including poems, short stories, and plays continue to appear in publications worldwide. He was the recipient of PEN grants in 1987 and 1991 and nominated for three Pushcarts Prizes in 2008. Draime moved to the foothills of Oregon in 1981, where he still resides. Check out his work at Outlaw Poetry and Right Hand Pointing.