Thank You, Brown Recluse

She bit my torso while I slept,

feasting away toward my sweetbreads.

Forever ending my career

spearing cold, culled foul carcasses.

Prying from me necrotized love

I could not incise on my own.

Stuffing daily with silver gauze,

opiates, and Scotch; oozing puss.

Giving excuse for frequent steaks

and pondering a life in Seoul

that I never wanted or lived.

And for my thirtieth birthday:

banging upward, a decade younger.

And soon, making some real money

fixing ill devised foreign prose.

She had made my year and my life,

but still, I am glad she is dead.

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James McSaddle Is:
THE LAZARUS MAN
by Dr. James McSaddle

Clearly it isn't Robert Urich, or else he would have come back from the dead to try the new sliders* at Burger King.

However, I am back from an extended hiatus. Let me give you a few reasons why I haven't been posting.

1.) My short stories and essays have been for class and they are of very little interest to my readers.

And myself.

2.) My schooling is fucked, I've moved, and I have had to look for a 'real' job. I've even applied for jobs in politics despite my insistence that I would never again do so. Poverty has a funny way of making you do desperate things.

Some people become thugs and pushers, others become prostitutes, and if I get back into politics, I'll be doing a combination of such deeds, thereof.

3.) I am getting ready to spend five weeks in Europe.

4.) I started a novel. Yup, I did it. I was going strong late April, and then the above shit happened and I haven't even looked at it in a month. But, I am going to go at it again as soon as I am done with this post.

I've been wanting to write about Torture Gate, the Sotamayor appointment, American Democratic Socialism, Conan, and David Carradine, but I just haven't had a moment to be in my own head about anything.

I am again prepared to give you frequent assessments on the banalities produced by my cognition. If that's why you look at this blog, you're in luck, because I'm back.

If you don't like it, you can close this tab and go back to jacking off to bestiality porn.

*"Burger Shots" I guess are what they call them. They aren't great, I prefer a real burger myself, especially as they have sesame seeds on the bun.

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True Revolution

Today Azlan is celebrating
liberation
from hostile occupying forces.
With a clearer head and mended soul
he climbs onto
and hikes over
the rubble
to see how he can clear it out.

Not soon enough
he will build
a new nation from what is left
and what can be made.

Since it takes less time to count blessings
than it takes to count the casualties,
Azlan makes a rare but sincere prayer
that the world would learn to remember:

True Revolution comes from within.

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