Dose Twenty-Six
Corrupted by the cobwebs of religion,
guided out of the cave
by self-alignment.
Urban Lucifer with a wilderness mind
and prearranged murder in the undergrowth.
Hang tough!
Inaugurate my shit
Subsidise my fuck
yeah ...
shit & fuck
they are words
that will never
die!
Ain’t that right ...
Mommy had the balls of a prison warden
&
daddy had the dog-fuck of a bar brawler
that is why I turned-out all-consuming:
running stampede along the mirage-melt-hot asphalt
that shimmers under
a copper sulphate sky.
Soak the latest words in blood
and scream!
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Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Twenty-Four
The screaming skull and the petrol tank brain ...
At the foot of the City's Temple,
stairs lead up to the scapegoat whose
blood has been given to the sun ...
Step-up to the orange and into the black
buy the page
open the scripture
unlock the instruction
portray the idea
pass it on
& infect ...
(Throw it up to God
& what ever comes down we shall keep ...
Scavengers & barbarians we walk in a daze) -
You get me on the street
you get me in jail
you get me sleeping in graveyards
with the trail-blazing dead ...
anyroad you get me, you
read between my contract lines,
you sign your skull & crossbones on
my dotted line; you get me.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Twenty-Three
She makes my middle jugular rise ...
my baited blood pump canyons
my reality outsize
the fantasy:
stowaway in some
smell haunt abode I
resist the
call to pray &
leak off into
some small corner
to masturbate in
silence ...
And like a Hannibal without
an elephant or a square
meal of liver with some fava beans
and a nice chianti I detest & retch
in the armpits
of comforting nurses with
sour milk glands.
Fuck! I'll do it Lord, take me up to
the eyes of Pharaoh,
but firstly let me smoke finish some of
that burning bush in the hand you got
hidden behind your back
I was tied to you and you
were tied to the requests
I gave you:
I never knew my life
was mine until I
left the church
until I knew
I was responsible for
my actions ... not a devil.
The world doesn't forgive
it only sends you out further
to test the boundaries ...
that's why I left all that
is dear to me in
memory ... you
can't damage a memory
damaged by memory:
God forgives
but my masochist chalice
won't let go:
I drink endless memory, never
forgetting where I’ve come from ...
never really here ... this is all a failed test.
Hustle me over to the dodgy side of town ...
and let me fuck-up one more time
cheered-on by those who no more
are interested in a saviour.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Twenty-Two
I get a thrill everytime I try
to give up ...
you opened my fear &
calmed it with trust ...
the lights are on, but I am
in the basement cutting up
bodies for entertainment ...
the tv is blarring in my living room
and there is someone always
knocking at my door ...
and this gunge is driving a firebird
through my veins,
feels insane
feels like a first date with a porn star ...
oh sleazy symmetry
forgive me ...
I struck when I should have spoken ...
I wasted when I should have just waited.
Smoking Red Man's Revenge I smooth
the edge on this pearly eyed calamity
talking backwards reaching the fallen
light that landed in a field of gold.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Twenty
And man will be God's tombstone ...
the lambs will be led and in
the midst of their divine epiphany
they'll be bled ...
there will be a natural disaster in each home
and by the end of time each and every person would have
accounted for the darkness arisen in their own family
and a mothers sadness will be the tears that don't
recognise anymore ...
the sins of the evil will be
wiped clean with the
blood of the innocent -
And man will be God's tombstone.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Nineteen
There is a secret
showdown between
good and evil in my
heart ...
Ah man ...
pleasures of
the chase & glories
of the path;
to make a master-toil
with my slave hand -
Ah man ...
this event,
with a feast at day
& at night under
direction of some spirit
with a dance we
celebrate Life ...
gambling & wrestling angels.
God is good ...
Thank-you Lord.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Seventeen
In this ground,
lay the vaults of the many
who have accepted their faults.
The disc breaks on this
sick wino ride cut a
circular saw bite into my
thick rhino hide ...
stoned & junking
I berate & menstruate
working out a new Devil to devistate ...
If you want to generate a fucker,
you gotta first sharpen him into a bastard ...
from stepchild streetcar to brainchild lodestar
We're running good ...
There are no walls, only higher mountains.
The map has been scribbled,
the portrait sprayed,
the statue set,
the poetry spat ...
from switchblade poet to grenade prophet
I am ready for combat.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Sixteen
Every word my woman speaks
is confession,
because her life is lived out
in secret ...
her glory spread open
like a jawless head.
She's a stop over
for monsters & madmen & mayhem ...
she's a red light in the dark ...
and the sun light in bed ...
a g-force gut-pull that exists everytime
I touch down busy with her.
She's a fuckin' chainsaw mistress ...
an accidental freak.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Fifteen
Went a far way to get the
latest inspiration ...
Got involved with fucked-up people,
there was blood on their ideas
for me,
My death was an art collection
in the halls of hell,
so many
ways to go ...
Gruesome severe badness at every turn -
wasted sessions chucking down the track
the slave juice drips off my forhead,
as I break into a bomb building sweat ...
from the soul of mankind
a poem rises like
a scorpion tail
from behind the poets brain ...
"I want the trip & nothing but the trip ...
I want the scene".
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Thirteen
I went to school with
tears, I carried my
years heavy here & my
fears which I called
poems, in a little black book
I wrote - I was a
distant kid to the
bunch & a
bad student to the
hunchbacked teachers,
but there was one person I did get on with,
he was just like me only
smarter & smaller, so it was always up to me to
protect him from the bully boys,
he was a sly kid,
he knew alot about everything
including how to tell a white lie,
something which he taught me to sell;
and I did.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Eleven
For the enjoyment of the passer-by
who reads this damn-shit
& wipes
their bum
hairs
with
it ...
I'll do the writing & you
do the fighting ...
I'll document our life,
inciting others
to do the right thing
for endless reasons
& when you can no longer
stand up to the
bare knuckles ...
I'll do the fighting & you
can do the writing ...
To tell them
all about what happened
on that day,
When I fought & died for something
(good).
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Five
She's a drug and she's so good in her bad ass way that she'll let you smoke her, snort her, shoot her, swallow her and when you're not looking she will suck you up like a bottle sucks a ship in.
She's a drug, she's a sin, but she'll make you win a dream of your own;
and when your ass is sometimes like a book and it is paged open to one permanent chapter called shit and sodomy, she'll pull you out of that hell and bring you gently back home.
She's a drug and she's a mother for bastards, but she's a rock mother of a bitch who'll eat up her pups, in order to have milk for her chosen one.
She's a drug ... she's a wild mad mamma and she's mine.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
She's a drug, she's a sin, but she'll make you win a dream of your own;
and when your ass is sometimes like a book and it is paged open to one permanent chapter called shit and sodomy, she'll pull you out of that hell and bring you gently back home.
She's a drug and she's a mother for bastards, but she's a rock mother of a bitch who'll eat up her pups, in order to have milk for her chosen one.
She's a drug ... she's a wild mad mamma and she's mine.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Fragment from The Poets Bible: A Letchard Inc Odyssey: Vol. 1-3/The Bible/Magazine Drugs/Reliquary: B
Dose Three
Wretched shocking beasts, who fuck light and write bright back-abortionshop liquid foetal poems, poets who sneak into the schools syllabus and become a childs first decadent vision.
Mind buggers into mind buggery, custodians who mould boy-drinkers and cheeky smokers into wise kids, kids with young defiant trenches dug into the time of their lives, like punch drunk champions dissecting the hallucination inside the rope-pool.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Mind buggers into mind buggery, custodians who mould boy-drinkers and cheeky smokers into wise kids, kids with young defiant trenches dug into the time of their lives, like punch drunk champions dissecting the hallucination inside the rope-pool.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Dose Two
All was immobility and silence in the darkness, in the night, the roadway of the soul, godforsaken; then, the dominator, the king of serpents, covered with feathers, rocked-up and sat me on his nitromethane dragster ... we accelerated down the deadpan valley faster than a jet fighter and then leapt 8,000 horses into a hole in the good-looking ground ... into the earths womb, into a den of hot items ... Aladdin's cave of treasures: all kinds of cool stuff, with a hashish pipe broiling on the top of it all; my sweet vicious head-swipe:
Intense octane,
right to it -
at the edge,
white-hot &
crankin' -
no give ...
a bubbling lunacy,
a beautiful power ...
Yesss! My golden renegade life.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
Intense octane,
right to it -
at the edge,
white-hot &
crankin' -
no give ...
a bubbling lunacy,
a beautiful power ...
Yesss! My golden renegade life.
Copyright © 2005 - 2006 Lee Richard Kirsten. All Rights Reserved.
Wasted Sessions: 30 doses
ISBN 0-9548420-1-4
Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991®
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