HIT SHUFFLE

The iPod is a random thing
much lioke people in a lot of ways
but it prefers singles to albums
whereas I prefer it the other way around!


AndreaBiscotti

Holiday Haiku
(actually this is a Senryu, but Holiday Senryu* doesn't sound as nice.)

Cooper Square Diner
Explosive Diarrhea
Christmas in New York

*A Senryu is the same 5-7-5 syllable count as a Haiku, but unlike the Haiku, it does not require the inclusion of nature.

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nutriloaf
thats what they give
troublesome inmates
who throw thier food.
nutriloaf.

Chlitmas Poem 2006

Remons on table
they wirr make such rhesus chlist
sour remonade.

*

Clitmas Poem -After Messy Soon-Yi

It popped its hood
like a present
unwrapping itself

What's New?

Someone asked me "What's New?"

I thought nothin's new.
Boo hoo.

Then I thought: today is new,
I ain't blue,
I'm feelin' cute and sexy at 52.

Ready for almost anything.
How 'bout you?

BEAT:

Coffee and opera and the beats
and Bono and Depeche Mode
money may be gone
and both love for life
and love for country are dwindling

Kerouac was a Roman Catholic
Republican mama's boy jerk-off
I prefer Ginsberg
or maybe Burroughs
but I would not fuck underage youths
or shoot my wife
or shoot up junk.

Andrea Biscotti

DAS IST GUT:

iPod in hand, music endless
going round, revolving like discs in a jukebox
technology is fun, if it works properly
music non-stop, and emails sent
computer world in motion
message board in cyberspace
fascism in inner space and outer space
censorship on the arts in an artist's space
censorship on art in high places
and fascist states

funky cold medina, I say

jazz and techno, rock 'n' roll
house rhythms and tribal drums
industrial kling-kling on sampled steal pipes
punk-like snarls, and operatic soundscapes
mixed drinks and cabaret performers with a Germanic stance
striking a pose and dancing the tango
the songs of caberats in Paris in the 60s
and of Weimar Berlin
and American standards
and musical theatre pieces
a sight for wide eyes
a sound for open ears
a sensation to speak or write about
as it fuses into the eardrum

this is my idea of heaven

this is heaven even in our own personal hells

SCREAMING INSIDE:

I'm going mad, I'm insane
I'm going down
I hear the sound of the drum
the empty silence drenched with the sound
of loneliness and despair
I enjoy the silence
I suffer in silence
and inside, I'm sighing
crying, and dying
and I need a drink or something to eat

I wander around aimlessly
and I see no one
I miss my cash less and less
and yet I need it more and more
and "all the weights that keeps me down
seem heavier than before"

I want to dance and move my feet to the beat
but I fell boung
chained to a life of solitude

I'm screaming inside
shouting for freedom
begging and crying out for serenity
crying aloud for someone to hear
but they hear nothing
but they hear nothing
but my silence.

AB

THIS IS A DISCO SONG:

electronic joy
electronic vibration
electric sex
switch me on
turn me up
goldfrapp kraftwerk
sweet joy
sweet lust
fuzz box
love box
electric pussy
twirling dildo
buzzing plastic
spastic spasm
buzzing butt play
buzzing butt plug
young and dumb
full of cum
young one
peep show
ab fab
coupling
love me
spank me
funk me
fuck me
suck me
sweet charity
sweet surrender
constant craving
sweet ejaculate
sweet ejactualtion
black celebration
ultra violator
sweet release
little death
petit mort
satisfaction guaranteed
after math
after glow
after show
after hours
good fuck
paid in full

AB

OVERCOME, SURVIVE, CHANGE THE MUSIC OR FUCK OFF:

Quick! Change the music
to something happy
something loud and proud and funky!
NOW!

No more dirges of fascistic sorrow
No moretales of war and conservative woe
No more lies told to us by family friends, politicians and strangers
NO MORE!!

I'd like...a thumpin' good beat
some soulful diva
some kick-ass DJ
some noise to drown out the volume of sound
comin' outta the TV set
some robot noise
some industrial strength beats
some old school Donna Summer or Gloria Gaynor
some synthpop like Soft Cell or Bronski Beat
some New Order and some Pet Shop Boys
some tribal trancy dancy freedom-inducing
techy jazzy funky joyous joyful and aggressive low-key stompin'-hard beat

While elephants roam the earth
Our noise drowns out their
outdated noise, their annoying, loud voices
trumpeting cries of
"We will prevail"
and "make no mistake"
and "Send more troops"
and "Bomb them" and "I'm a war president"
and "Mistakes were made"

We the tribe of people
that join here
where the music does not suck
to overcome and survive
This is the music of our people
the music of the HUMAN RACE
and the words are saying
like the original words to "Le Frak" by Chic

AAAWWWWW-- FUCK OFF

(C"MON you know the words, SING ALONG!)

Thank you!

AB

DEPRESSION FOR REAL:

Maybe if I killed myself
I would finally be free
From this bullshit.

AB

IN HELL (an improvisation):

I can't understand why I'm watching Grease
when I really want to go out and do shit
But once again Mother Nature is on the rag
What a bitch she's become
quite like my mother in the old days
acting cold and blowing a fierce wind
farting her fierce frigid sting in my face
red and chapped and raw and tired
I just can't bring myself
to brave the cold night
But if I went out I feel so right
I feel good and feel so fine
But I have no cash since it was
stolen by some jerk-off
on the third of the month
May the Lord Satan or Buddha or Jesus
smite those bastards who stole my cash
and make me rich so I can move to New York
and make better and more fabulous
and more freaky and more fine
than I am now.

AB

My Goddess I've never seen
anyone take the ABUSE part quite that literally.

Yeah I does seem a little abusive! Sorry, I was cold and PO'd that day! LOL! But I'm not naturally violent or evil, I was just angry that day. Relax I'm not a mass murderer.

WHO AM I? (THE SHORT VERSION)
(for the folks the the Motherboards)


27 years old, I live
in Syracuse NY
queer, bi, on SSD
and SSI, dysthymic,
attention-deficit-disordered
(according to my shrink)
a poet, an art junkie,
a theatre fan,
I've been banned
by PC lesbian hosts of
closed-minded poetry reading
and haunted open mics
during the years of the Iraq war,
been called a racist,
and a faggot,
born March 19 1979
highly intelligent
highly inquistive
raised in affluence
mired in the quicksand
of poverty,
currently unemployed,
fortified by music,
film, poetry,
and pornography,
I haunt the library,
love to go to bookstores
and record stores
and against my better
judgement, I go to the mall
a liberal, a socalist,
a useless democrat
and have read Marx thank you
blunt, honest
urban, urbane
witty, clever
sometimes not modest
I have a lust for life
that just won't die
I love and hate
both of my parents
father's a funeral director
mother's a teacher
I have two sisters
(one short of a Checkov play)
was angry enough
to post a response
to the beating of Kevin Aviance
and found the Mothersboards
(am I accepted into the sisterhood?)
I am gender-free
polymorhpous perverse
free if only in my own mind
I am trying to love life
and I am here to stay
until I die
and will be always
here on earth
to let you have it!

Andrea Biscotti

JESUS IS MY HOMEBOY AND HE"S GONNA BUST A CAP IN YO ASS!!!


jesus is gonna come back
one day
and say
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"
and settle the score once and for all
and tell the truth
about what he thought
and did
and the last temptations
and passions
will be justified
and the fundamentalists
and the "born-agains"
and the roman catholics
will see him
for who he really is:
loving
compassionate
kind
communistic
democratic
socialistic
anarchic
political
radical
poetic
and very pissed of
at what certain people
are saying that he said
and misquoting him
and using his words to
start wars and
commit gross acts
of indecency
and bigotry
in his name
and he only said a lot
of good things
but he told us to
love one another
and love God
so no one should be using
his words for hatred
against anyone
yeah
jesus appeared to me
in a dream
and he said
"I might say to
bring a sword to
battle the evil of the world
AB, I don't think you should
as you say
'bust a cap in their ass'
but words bring peace and comfort"
words of love
compassion and peace
are our weapons of choice
the word is the sword
the words may be
hard to hear though
he is pissed off
and he told me tosay that
he'll be back one day
to set us all straight
and he'll be back
to let us have it!


Andrea Biscotti

Give it to me.

You'll just have to wait till he shows up. Damn I do sound like a Christian. Haven't been to church in years.