Green Goddess
Who made the salad
Whose tangy vinegar made me wince
Who played pouty Venus to my impudent Caesar
Who taught me to renounce meat
Who flowed forth lubricants
Who performed dark sacraments
Whose tart shrub tangled my tongue
Who with unctuous poses oiled me
Who received my verdant sacrifice
Who, as I reclined panting, poured herself into her dressing
Who lured me to the garden and dragged me into deep greens
Who instructed me on the use of the proper fork
Who inserted an oblong cucumber
Who shredded slender carrot sticks
Whose burning bush consumed the sky god’s timbers, shaking his heavens to the rafters
Who roused me in damp chambers, dousing reasonable fires to consume knowledge raw
Who at the crack of the vernal equinox, broke seasoned bread into bite-sized croutons
Who parted beet-red vestments
Who swelled my painted cave-beast proud and pregnant
Who put me in the red-pepper pink
Whose celestial power I would enviously drink
Who succored me when I lay pallid
Who made the salad
Bad Brains
Expressionoid angles shadow Dr Pretorius,
who grows sexed-up golems with OG alchemy.
But his pupil, Baron von Frankie, plays
Science God instead . . . with light: “The
glorious ray that breathed life into the world !!!!!”
Works great! But wait: The creature
is diseased and must be appeased.
Too bad Mary Wollstonecraft
left no further instructions.
She was busy inventing Goth.
So the anima is a must as our
degenerate Jungian mate-makers
generate a test-tube hottie
for the malicious hunk to bang.
Dang! If only Fritz hadn’t smashed
the “good” cerebellum to bits.
Miscreant minds, like Abby Normal’s,
make even worse monsters,
as in “Bad Brain” by The Ramones,
who invented Punk.
Tippi Hedren’s Talons
Plague-like and airborne,
“Angry Nature” swarms
to peck and claw civilization
to ruins—but not before
haughty Tippi Hedren
wards-off the harpies
with her blood-red
lacquer tips (and matching
lips), poison-ivy suit,
a Valkyrie helmet of hair,
and about 17 cigarettes.
Andy Warhol’s Frankenstein
Acker’s Law of Archetypes turns Goth to Goof.
By the 70s the Baron has 2 children with his sister,
the kids are Wednesday & Pugsley Addams,
and Igor is Nigel Tufnel from Spinal Tap.
Morrissey (not the Smiths) directs:
· Incel incest
· 3D bolt-ons
· Monstrophilia plus Cronenbergian wound-sex
· Distended bladders
· Führersploitation to a Lohengrin loop
· Roma necropolis w/ green-screen Klimt
· A race of Skelter slaves
· Hi-Klass warfare
· ASMR martyrdom
· Whole lotta stigmata
· MacBeth body count
The monster bride is a Factory-fresh Nico-alike,
while Joe Dallesandro sticks to his Brooklynese.
Andy’s job was to go to the parties.
Photo by Gary Leonard