full service love kafka character: part VII



by

kevin costello, brother matt, matt wascovich and mike watt




#1

discovering new history
flooded w/buckets of pisstory
all glocks are locked
stopped angry adults




#2

pitcher of orange sun is poured into my
windowpane, way way high, summer
is a calendar, and
it is july and am still fat




#3

fuck it. I'll just stand in the rain
slipping, then tripping
down in the bilge, knee deep shit flood surprise
USA in the crosshairs




#4

pulled over in LA
bee buzz siesta
dreaming of pretty little senoritas
I mean, senorita




#5

human ant farm delirium
underground tunnels from here to China
transport handful after handful of
crud, dog paddle down the river




#6

mistakes have been made
and dicks have been frayed
in poser speak,
I'm glad fugazi never "made it"




#7

there once was a Watt gig in Natuckett
where I choked and had to say "fuck it"
he lowered the E to D and stuck it
broke a string and had to chuck it




#8

BMX plywood ramps
held up a table top too long,
in other words...
extreme bender, broken dick ouch




#9

in social hall, the old Slovaks bicker
rum-soaked nard licker
cold-sober clock ticker
gin'll make your hair sicker




#10

sweet siesta daydreams
late night fright screams
knocking at the apartment door
prophetic barks from the death bed




#11

wrapped in thrift
fosters in an oil can
at back harbor chowder barge pitstop
did I make my nightly shitdrop




#12

a protect and serve hoax
was foisted on the folks
I'll show you white knuckle fear
traded in a hood for mirror glasses




#13

for the rapscallion's tallywacker to
a dictionary got forced through
wet thumbing through foreign words
cracking up instead of cracking down




#14

throw away the pictures
forced through the sieve
w/a sick thick chunky bunkness
attacked by hot snakes




#15

stepping stone, milestone, tripwire
highline turpentine flyer
widening in a jameson whiskey gyre
kicking away catalogue fashion




#16

whistler in the night
ding-a-dinger in the day
what time is it flava flave?
Clark Ave. flipped off




#17

Lola commands
jingling keys and high heels clicking
balls hung out, zipper sticking
quick summer walk to the "king can" store




#18

memories of the first amendment
peckers moaned but then condemned it
their fear lends them to bend it
never yell "FIRE!" in a crowded chat room




#19

paranoid drug war witch hunt waste
packed into each tube of toothpaste
what you see is what you taste
I feel like john holmes blues




#20

after vampire corporate peckerwood were found out
emptied suitcase, blood on bills
lets screw em like red light whores!
where are the great complainers now?




#21

in sweat shop shirt
4:20 - burn bush
dump done, wipe tush
campy door stop foo dogs guarding




#22

sat me up awake late
sat me down after the bake
questioning the worth of the space you take
gas-guzzler-SUV-drivin-muther-fucker




#23

her dog stopped to stare
totally exposed and unaware
pubes are flying everywhere
next to the chair, shaving naked




#24

whores painting toenails
assessment is
dumb simple bliss goal gone
ken and barbie's doll house is up for sale




#25

solid woody hero burns
buttermilk-belly ever churns
solid woody hero learns
dressed all in white among the ferns




#26

daydreaming on carol doda's tits
cream of the crop, slipped in suit,
fucking good fun busters
for sucking off corn huskers




#27

lotus eaters
from grape street to gompers
we see baggypants and stompers
itching w/ religion




#28

admitting some truths creates
epic eternal mindblow
clicking the ruby slippers
limited, imperfect




#29

my fist
balled-up all this time
the unfolding will continue
like hypocrisy




#30

all coffeed up and the sweat is on
put aside the book,
bursting and then released!
today I will celebrate my birth, join me






who wrote which line?





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