F4T ST4CK 0F PR10R1TY...

fat stack of priority

shipping labels, mark 'em with

red sharpie ROJONEKKUs

FL34 M3D1C1N3 0FF 3B4Y...

flea medicine off ebay

almost expired, but not quite,

dog waiting to roll in dirt

D0G L0ST T0 S3P4R4T10N...

dog lost to separation,

missing disappearing off

into the fifteen acres

1 F33L S0RRY F0R P0L1C3...

I feel sorry for police

dogs because they're already

domesticated... why more?

D0M3ST1C D0GS D3P3ND3NT...

domestic dogs dependent

upon idiot humans

at this point - a travesty

loyal wolf-hound explores woods

with lackadaisical wag,

lagging behind mine wander

ragged rundown southern town

guarded by sad-faced cainine;

his collar read “FreeBirdDog”

TOP TEN HARSH REALITIES OF KVLTEST SNOW DAZE

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freestyle sonnet #5

(on the suggested subject of "Gorilla Monsoon" by Low Records)

mountainous men mentally maimed by machismo
meander around squared circles in front of marks,
psychologic'ly building tension, touch and go
until two "tough cookies" repress feminine sparks,
mauling the emotions they're afraid to express;
the colorful voice on commentary hard-sells
angles - the hatred between men mostly undressed,
engaged in sweat-soaked bearhugs triggered by ring bells;
Pavlov's people howl, hoot, and holler at proper
moments of engagement, believing the two sides
to be opposites opposed - bruising showstoppers
taking pre-conditioned crowds on piledriven rides
into subliminal switches of behavior -
sexually inclined to have rich flair nature

J.J. Krupert July '12 #8: "Illusions" by Sheriff Ghale

"right" and "wrong" illusions make the carrot seem close

!∞--☈℧⌡℧∏∑Ж☋--∞¡

J.J. Krupert Top 13 Countdown - May '11 #7: "Country Girl" by Shuggie Otis

This is a song about two urban men stalking a fine-looking woman who just got to the city from somewhere out in the sticks. And although it's a great ass song, I can't help but wonder what sort of mean and nasty psychologically demeaning things they would do to this country girl, in the ultimate hopes of prostituting her to others. Like I don't think if they talked to her they'd take her out for a burger and try to be cool and lay in the bed listening to Sly & The Family Stone together. Seems more like that predatory thing where they'd do something fairly fucked at first, though systematically, to weaken her will to resist, which is easier with her fresh off the bus from the country, because she has no support structure most likely set up where she's now at. And I feel sorry for this country girl, obviously built more curvaceously than scrawny ass city women, probably from the abundance of fried foods and lard in her country diet, biscuits for breakfast with sausage gravy, old tin full of bacon grease to use a spoon full to cook the supper greens (I hope it's mustard!) in a skillet, just fleshing the body out with healthy fats. And then that curvy body is worked into perfection because a country girl has to work, do her chores, probably why she went to the city in the first place, to find an "easier" life. Simple ass country girl hitting the concrete with sexual predators circling the block like turkey vultures, on the hunt. Poor lost country girl, I lament what the future holds for you after this song ends and Shuggie Otis and his homeboy are done talking each other up about who would do what and how if they got you in the right place - physically or mentally or a combination of the two. Go home country girl, as fast as possible, because once you get the city inside of your soul, you can never get the city washed out of your soul. Things will happen that can never be undone. Never.
STEAL "Country Girl"
NEXT: One of only four certified guitar pickers on planet earth!

r r s a c

hound dog’s annoying nose sniffs

a thousand smells I didn’t

even know existed – git

r i n g a

sad hound dog eyes, sleek streamlined

labrador river-ready

body – that’s fuckin’ ringo

J.J. Krupert Top 13 Countdown - April '10 #12: "Straight to Hell" by The Clash

I came back upon this song completely by chance, as I had been playing old 45 singles in the kitchen and my oldest kid (11 years) was way into “Should I Stay or Should I Go”. So I downloaded the entire Combat Rock CD, since she also was in some 4H llama club last year, and her llama she trained to do shows was named Casbah, and I told her then where the name was probably from and she was like, “Yeah, whatever,” but then it came full circle. So Combat Rock The Clash entered our household music playing, with the only other The Clash in the house being London Calling, which I put on my wife’s Ipod years ago because it was listed as one of the greatest records of all-time in some stupid magazine listmania thing at some point (maybe Rolling Stone) and I very specifically remember a Penthouse letter from back in the day from my dad’s stash of porns that referenced how great an album that was for fucking as some dude fucked his sister’s best friend on a beach after a wedding with her first black penis to get out of a cop ticket with an amputee midget, which he never thought he’d be writing about, for the first time. I do not love London Calling but it serves a purpose when I’m in the right frame of mind.
Actually, to be perfectly honest, I was initially gonna roll out with the “The Clash is overrated as fuck and only assholes like them” angle, but toned it down because I know people who have dogs named Strummer or children named Strummer or tattoos of Joe Strummer on their crotch regions, so I’ll be civil here and just say The Clash do not impress nor speak to me like they do others. But let’s be honest, I’m a small town whiteboy who has always felt doomed even though I feel destined for fame, so the adult contemporary punk rock sounds has never made sense to me. In fact, most of what has always been considered punk rock has confused me. Being that shithead shithole small town piece of trash, like the epitome of punk rock is The Sloppy Seconds - a big fat shredding guitarist and a ugly mulleted lead singer yelling about “I’m So Fucked Up!” (which is a great song by the way, I should find that shit so it can be on the list one month eventually).
However, in playing this CD out loud in the kitchen, I came back upon this song, which I previously only remember being the track that I figured inspired a really shitty western movie I once watched starring Deborah Harry. I had forgotten it was a bonafide The Clash song, and a good one at that. What triggered this memory was the new musics, as M.I.A.’s mega-hit “Paper Planes” is a reworking of a couple of loops from “Straight to Hell”. This of course had me playing them back to back while the kids cut out the lights and had a dance party in the kitchen, to over-analyze the tweakings and remixings that the new derivative song did to the original sound. Oddly enough, it sounds stupider. Bass for bass’ sake, which buries the really strange rolling drums effect of the original The Clash version.
This led me to playing this song a lot, but also my daughter with her Ipod has run up the count on this song to get it on the list. She was also playing “Should I Stay or Should I Go” incessantly for like two hours one Saturday afternoon, and I asked her why. She said it was to make me write about it. I told her that it didn’t do it for every song in our shared Itunes, but only ones that were actually on my gaypod shuffle. This bummed her out. So apparently, next month I have agreed to include that song on my gaypod so that I have to write about it. I asked my daughter why she wanted me to write about the song for my blog which she can’t read anyways and will probably never see, and she said, “It makes me happy.” And then my second kid piped up about wanting me to put Taylor Swift’s “Love Story” on my gaypod too so I could write about that, and I just kinda ducked out the conversation at that point.
STEAL "Straight to Hell"
NEXT UP: Crazy African bullshit!