Monday, December 6, 2010

My Story - Hieroglyphics of Scuff and Blister

Yeah yeah yeah, I posted that six weeks ago on the 65th anniversary of Divine's birth, but in response to the ridiculously preposterous suggestion that Babs Mikulski (D-Fort Meade) make a primary run at Mobamafucker from the Left, and more importantly, to remain constant in never missing an opportunity to repost a bit that always makes me giggle (while blegally calling those bits crucial autoblogographical anchor-tropes), I had no choice but to post that youtube.

Had no choice on that either. 

I did have a choice in this:


Vievee Francis

My story - hieroglyphics of scuff and blister.
How can you know me? Tin and bridle,
neigh and crocker sack. My gandy-song -
the blue-buzz of flies.
Sugar from your palm? No.
Give me your fingers. Under this hairshirt
steams the vocabulary of the flesh,
crosshatched and scarred into meaning.


  1. Oh, thanks for the link! And also the Divine. Lovely.

  2. I want to Ask Fleabus:


    And why call it a deal? Can't we call it:

    Obama cravenly surrenders to Presidents "Chinless" Mitch McConnell and John "Oompa Loompa" Boehner. In return, the two leaders have agreed to delay impeachment hearings until after the new Congress is seated in 2011.

  3. Now that Julian the Apostate been apprehended, our long national nightmare is over.