The Harangue
Hello Egypt
I refuse to answer that phone
until someone calls
no matter how it stares me
in the eyes
covered in hieroglyphs
begging for translation
2970381465
Hello
this is Egypt
I need to speak to Tut
its about a curse
Yes I’ll hold
Temporal Convolution
(18 ½ years, ¼ of a trillion dollars
--the drug joke is no war)
Mengele
Joseph
Nazi Supreme
Cynic and taskmaster
-Angel of Death
from a family of money
home in a town who
worshipped them
ODESSA
secret SS escape
to Buenos Aires with
Nazis on the run
pals with Peron
The Center of Documentation
Simon Resenthal
Vertiz 968
to Mengeles house
Kinky-
Von Braun designed rockets
that killed and terrorized
so many British
in a dream to get
into space.
The mafia runs Tucson
sity of chit
baking in the desert
a dried out turd
THE WAR IS OVER THERE g
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Hot outside, cold down here, where I write, where I write my words, words and nonsense, nonsense and words, nonwords, wordsense, I write purely for profit, purely for the profit of my limbic system a thing they sometimes confuse for the soul, I write for the profit of one or two good eyes to chuckle once or twice from what the see, I profit from making someone think once, I profit from giving someone an idea if only briefly and if only for the etch a sketch, I profit from disturbing the uninitiated.
I forget my age when I write, I forget Im a man, I forget Im a human, I am just a device that batters together strange symbols that someone told me is a word, a sentence, a paragraph.
I don't care for rules or oppression, I don't care for the unscrupulous that flock about me or for the places they eat and swim.
I am just another thing this universe shat out as it did all things and one day it will swallow me back up as it does all things and when this happens I will again be gone.
scott draGOO, marco maisto and
BC aka Paul Gidding participate
in readings regularly in Iowa City.
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Wood Magazine
debut
October 2002
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Scott C. Dragoo
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