Ga Ga

Itd been

                    Forever

since he ran into a good old fashioned blasphemer

black spit
           susurrating between his broken and missing teeth

black heads dotting his nose and cheeks where his pores werent larger enough for them to fall into 

venal  to be sure

tangled  unruly long eyebrows 

rheumy eyes
               that the palest blue a hint of liquid quivered in

his body was shrunken desiccated

a caved-in chest 

thin cords of muscles ran down his forearms where they struck out of his plaid flannelled rolled up shirt sleeves

in his breast pocket a persistant crushed cellophane pack of Camels that never ran out of cigarettes

a butt smouldering between his yellowed nicotine fingers

in his eyes two things Fucked the World

God
     Id love to cut his throat and put my cigarette out finally in his blood

and

the United States Government

he had a bigger hard-on for It
                                Id love to fuck It raw in the ass

                        Fuck it Ga Ga

Ga Ga  he slobbered

Ga Ga  he spat

Ga Ga  like a retard with only sounds or syllables for his lack of words and Contempt

Ga Ga  he spazzed
                     a pronounced vein quivering at his gray fizzle-haired temple

his blasphemy
                never so much articulated

no patience to elicit a remark

his blasphemy
                like the stench off a moist turd crushed and smeared

emanating off the worn holey leather shoe bottom


his sole(said soul) said Ga Ga!                                                                        

1149,  Thursday,  2  4. 15

Bill Hems

           likely his name hasnt seen the light of day since his obit the Summer of ’76 its long overdue!