THE JO-TEL … illegal blog downfield

“Hammer-On Mega Dinner”

Dismounting is when you cut the shit out of your eye
Ball. Cut it out before
It’s like the Roman Empire:
A history of killing Julius Caesar turned
Into a history of Christian revisionism
Thanks to fucking Gibbon.

“Open Your Hands Like My Finger”

Years of drinking one full beer at each show
Has resulted in one finger turned
Toward the sky becoming now
Matt’s flat hand leveled at the ceiling.
Fuck.

“Stalls Over the Ocean”

Thank you for our drumset, you
Or on Thanksgiving, you onset you
Jester like
You jester like owls
Not who you seem but like the pint
Where the shelf that
Shakes with feet
Drum

“Hail Rothchild”

Your mother’s donkey
Yes over there, you
Your mother’s donkey is a dragon
When you killed it a nation of
Starter kits sprung from the earth
And you then must
Kill them one by one, you whale killer
You

“Parallel Feats”

Heracles by the outskirts of town
The dead tall grass there. The five
People in town saw you. You who
Helped goad five goaded Heracles
Lovers whose fields we plowed from
Before we were born, you know?

“When I’m in Yr Eyes”

There was then, there was now
It was that one time when we
Turned on our way out of the
Gymnasium and looked into Dave
Berman’s significant gaze, you know?

Five times before that you were by
The well where the water would
Sparkle in the sun so well that
Your eyes hurt before you touched
My arm, it was just like you thought.

Around the corner you turned where
The gym door swung open into
The alley where William
Figured out how to write about the
Abortion clinic that flows like a river.

“Just Good Jam”

The radiator thumps like dust this
Morning. Not like doing it sounds.
The owner of Domo is drunk and
Throwing away his whole store.

-Shark