There she is again…

This distance disguises her height, but

not her majesty.

She has such

a Cold face.

Even from here,

her stone facade delivers

the impression of

inaccessibility.

Her crags, I’ve

long longed

to attack.

From the back she is much more inviting.

Many make the ascent from the rear.

On her back is the nature much kinder.

From her summit, I’ve seen her face clear.

I’ve probed every alternate tactic.

to use when the time does appear.

Any mistake could prove tragic!

…Nobody has done this before.

Getting the best of her will not be easy

One thing she is not,

is a whore.

Today,

I again gaze up at her

Her face it is still… cold, and white.

I’m afraid.

But now not of her nature.

No, instead, that my wait may have made her

but a conquest for my dreams at night.

~Bacon

Last night a great artist quit painting.

One of the most unusual people I’ve known became

Ordinary.

Illogic became logical and

Irrational settled into absolute

Mundanity.

An extravagant storm was overcome

By peace of a most disturbing,

Violent fashion.

Once again I find myself wishing

To undo things I’ve done and to do other things

I didn’t, but

Neither is the possible.

The checkered flag has fallen.

Another story told…  The end.

I know you don’t believe it

But, my God yer beautiful!

You attacked me at 16

In an instant took it all.

I’ve never wanted it back

I’d fight a real bad asshole

At the bishop I would swear

I’d lick a dead cactus

I‘d kick a millionaire.

I would swim in quicksand.

I’d jump off a cliff

I’d grapple with a rattlesnake

Of Cyanide I’d whiff

I’d argue with the landlady

Tease a woman with red hair.

I’d hang out with the shady

I would fight a grizzly bear

On broken glass I’d barefoot shuffle

Wool undies I would wear

Should someone call me fagot

I could act like I don’t care.

I’d go barefoot to a honkey-tonk

Sing Opera to masses

Knock the cuckoo off the clock

Go sight seein’ without glasses

I’d walk right straight into the house

With my umbrella open

I would break a mirror

As I pass beneath a ladder

I would stand before the Queen

And tell her she don’t matter.

One thing I don’t care to ponder

I damn sure don’t want to do

Is spend my time upon this Earth

A livin’ without you.

~Bacon

This Is The End

So where do you imagine poetry comes from??  I don’t know, but I do know it ends up on the internet.  This one came to me as I was considering what I see as the absolute idiocy of religion, while witnessing a prime example.  If it’s offensive, I’m sorry, but that’s my nature.

58 minutes to go.

The “rapture” is here finally.

Finality at last.

It’s giving me pause

To think and consider the wonders

Of living.

It will be interesting to see

What’s actually to come.

We’ll finally see

Whether or not Jesus is a Jew.

Judaism will look silly if he is.

It’d really be weird if Jesus

Turns out to be Muslim,

Or Buddhist.

Hmmm…

When you can’t find a friend

You still got the radio.

I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.

I’ll be glad I didn’t pay off my credit card..

Hmmm..

I guess I won’t care.

I wish I’d been thinkin’

I’d've talked Kim

Into stain’ home

And we’d hold hands

At the hour of the rapture..

‘Er somethin’

Even more distractive.

Where were you back in 1969,

When I was still a youth?

OK.. 46 minutes to go..

I wonder if I’ll be taken up,

Or was I not good enough?

Never did kill anyone,

Never did adultery,

Did steal a time or two,

But nothin’ important.

I told a lie one time

But I did it quietly.

If I am taken up, will I still be in a wheelchair?

Will I still have a slightly smaller than average

Penis?

Will I still need spectacles?

I guess it’s for the best

That the horse show has been canceled.

All that work gettin’ the horses ready

Only to have the world end. I

Wonder if there’ll be banjos in heaven,

Er Hell,

Er wherever it is

I’ll be goin’.

I wonder if people in heaven

Fuck?

The Mormons believe

So.

I hope

So.

If not we’ll all have to masturbate

Or go without.

Of course being dead,

Our systems will not be functioning

The way they do now so maybe

We won’t be horny in heaven.

You you golden lights of America.

Less than a half hour to go now.

Chimney falls as lovers play,

I thought that I was young.

I’m so tired,

I wish I was the moon tonight.

Last night I dreamt I’d

Forgotten my name

Cause I sold my soul but

I woke just the same.

I can’t remember the name of the

Feller who’s predicting the rapture.

Oh well..

I guess it doesn’t matter much.

OOOOooo

15 minutes to go.

I’m all a tremble.

Gotta piss.

Maybe we’ll see

if the dead really piss

Their pants.

Alrighty then,

12 minutes to go.

My right eye hurts for some

Reason. feels

Like there’s somethin’

In it… Oh well, I’ve

Only got to put up with it for another

10 minutes..

Of course that’s

Assuming I’ll be taking part.

If I’m not qualified…

Hmm

Then what?

Stay here? Will

Everything be the same other

Than the raptured bein’

Gone?

Hmmm…

I don’t know.

I wonder if

I ought to be

Scared.

What’ll God do after the rapture?

Begin again on a new project?

Maybe it’s like a hobby.

I fish,

God creates universes,

Populates them,

Gives unclear,

Difficult to understand,

Impossible to discount

Or prove

Rules and watches the results unfold.

Hmmm..

6 minutes to go.

Time is dragging,

Which is a surprise.

You’d expect the last few minutes to

Simply fly by.

I always figured if

I was on death row

The remaining time would go by in a flash.

These last few

Minutes are really draggin’!

This may turn into a novel.

A novel note

At least!

A novelty for whom?

I don’t know.

4 minutes to go.

Ok..

3 minutes…

OH!

Shit..

No rapture!

What the fuck?!

No fuckin’

Rapture?!

I’m pretty

God

Damn

Disappointed!

My eye still hurts.

Alice is tellin’ me,

“I told you so, you stupid bastard.

Let’s go get a hamburger.”

~Bacon