HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

To all the fathers who may not get anything, who may not get mentioned, who may not see their children, who may not get a phone call, who may spend the day alone, who may be having their kids kept from them, who may be unemployed, who may be divorced or separated, who may be in the hospital, who may be working, who may be doing all the things that fathers do that no one ever notices. This is for all the men who wanted to be fathers but were denied because they have no say in reproductive rights, for all the single fathers who are struggling to raise their kids alone, for all the men who just keep on keeping on with no support from anyone...this is for you. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!

the baby sitter

The Baby Sitter

It’s not mine
I’m just here to baby sit
Money’s like a ho
Give me a kiss
Then split

You see these dollars
Dead presidents I mean
But they are not my friends
So it don’t mean
Shit to me

They give me money
And then I give it back
I’m no better than a junkie
With both arms
Full of tracks

On the TV
They talk about trillions
While I rue
The fact that
I’ll never make a million

So when I hear people
Saying money’s all that
I remind them
There’s many a poor man
Whose wallet’s sometimes fat

Djones 2008

thru the eyes of a mad man...

And they said that he was a mad man…running around screaming about death and destruction and the futility of the human condition…they said that he was just making noise when he called for his own death…that he knew nothing about the world or the way of people where he lived…but in the back of the room GAS jumped up and said 4!!...and the people turned around and gasped…but the mad man calmly walked up to GAS saying good day sir…glad to make your acquaintance…can’t wait to meet your family...WASTE and GREED …GAS replies that they will be coming along shortly…riding like king xerxes in that 300 movie…see now…here come their emissaries…gouge and fix being towed by the wounded iraq war veterans…the mad man turns a trick and makes a phone call for some band aids for the vets but general walter reed isn’t in the medical business much anymore and the flood of damaged lives is falling on him like grains of sand in an hour glass… the mad man looks to heaven as if to say that he understood what jesus felt with the frustration of people to see beyond the ends of their noses…the people ask how long must we consume…but the answer to that question is that the party isn’t over as yet…let us continue to celebrate the rape of that bitch America says the mad man…for truly as a child he did love her in innocence…but as a man he loved her as a whore…for that is what she has become…a homeless wandering oil addicted whore who bows down to suck at any source for her fix…see now here come king abu dabhi and king ahab the arab to sell snake oil and rape dollars…who are these people that they should own my bed says the mad man in his indignation…and they told him that they had the elixir of life and that everything that existed was dependent on it…and then they proved this fact…the mad man picked up his pillow and threw it into the air saying loudly…let me fall as this pillow falls for I do not wish to have my eyes blinded by the things to come…but the crowd of chinese workers caught his pillow and made billions of them so that when the mad man went to jump from the bridge of life he landed in a soft white suburb…and there he cries to this day…the party and the rape of America continues and the hmo’s are on the president’s dick and now there are little baby hsa’s running around all over the place…in their filthy swaddling clothes of debt and mismanagement…they are smelly little creatures and their parents disavow them but they live with their uncle sam…over at the bar there is a war with afghanistan about how many flowers should be picked and iran is saying that they want to have a flashlight which is only for the big kids…the africans are killing each other because they can’t decide on which asshat to follow or which tribe is which…it’s a running battle behind the bar between the two servers Israel and Palestine…well not a battle exactly…more like a contest…with uncle sam giving israel all the tips…he fucks her secretly but doesn’t want any one to know other than the two kings…out on the front lawn there is gang warfare between the asses and the behemoths over who shall get to bob for the rotten apples of corruption which are floating in the reflecting pool…but the asses can’t decide who they would prefer to save white America…the black knight or the white witch…while the behemoths have sent out their grandfather because all the others were busy covering their asses and assets…the grandfather of the behemoths is set in his path which is the road to ruin for the nation of sheeple…but he has been down this road before and knows well it’s twists and turns…the black knight rides a fast ass and has many mules which follow…the white witch can fly into a righteous rage and millions of pms pixies come to her side to assist…the behemoth takes a stool softener and waits to see who will approach…meanwhile back at the party…the mad man has been screaming for a drink of money and a little snake oil but uncle sam is busy trying to keep his dick in two cunts at the same time…that stoned out afghanistan and that that new bitch iraq…he can’t be bothered by the apparent dehydration of the mad man who goes about with his emaciated body stealing scraps from the plates of oil executives and ceo’s who use golden parachutes for bibs…he wanders out to the back yard and finds that millions of the gullible are about to vote…some with ballots and others with bullets for they insist on having a say in whether the black knight, the white witch or the grandfather of the behemoths will be followed blindly…the rape of America is proceeding merrily along inside and she is being pilloried with any moral, cultural, or financial phallic object which can be found…dollars are flowing from her gaping pussy and her bruised ass while she sucks on the oil soaked cocks of the two kings…fix and gouge…the emissaries of GAS pinch her nipples and smack her ass for amusement while GAS, GREED and WASTE look on approvingly…general walter reed gives forms to the vets and advises them to place these over their wounds…he promises to return with snake oil and money and then goes off to count his appropriations…dead presidents are turning tricks for anyone who will give them the time of day and so the mad man gets a little head from ben franklin…picks up a bag of dope from the local dea agent and goes out to sit on the front porch where he has a smoke and watches the white witch and the black knight joust…he sighs, has another puff and waits for sunrise and the clean up crew…
djones 2008

mother nature...

Pissed Off Mama

Well man…
You done it now
You done pissed off
Mama

You
With your toy cars
Toy boats
And invisible friends

Digging in the flower bed
Pissing in the sink
And leaving your toys
Everywhere

Playing with matches
Stealing from her purse
You also
Drank all the kool aid

So don’t be surprised
When she
Kicks over your toy houses
And burns your comics

She’s vacuuming
Your room
Sucking up
All your legos

She’s going to
Wash you mouth out
With soap
Again

Because you
Won’t stop
Saying dirty
Words

Djones 2008

SEAF 2008

Performing at SEAF!
Tue, February 26, 2008 - 10:13 PM

Seattle Erotic Art Festival GALA 2008

Seattle Center Exhibition Hall

March 1st 6pm-2am

$20 in advance, $25 at the door.
No host bar. 21+

The Seattle Erotic Art Festival (SEAF) is pleased to announce its move to the expansive Exhibition Hall of Seattle Center, the regional epicenter for arts and culture.

On Saturday, March 1, 2008, Seattle Erotic Art Festival will present a comprehensive retrospective of contemporary erotica featuring a special exhibition of new artwork created by SEAF award winners and Festival favorites Hypnox, Kenji Signani, Kevin Hundsnurscher, Andrew Caldwell, Elisa Lazo de Valdez, Arice, Jim Duvall, Chris Crites, R. Nina Ruchirat, krystof nemeth, Ellen Forney, Jessica McCourt, and Derek Nobbs. Special guest artists include Midori, David Steinberg, and Michele Serchuk. Performers include Arnaldo!, Seattle's premiere drag chanteuse; world-class aerialist artists; live psychoclassical music by EQlateral Ensemble; daring bondage suspension; seductive world-class tango; a selection of Seattle's finest burlesque stars; erotic spoken word and more. Participate in interactive installations: have your photo taken at Barb Penoyar's popular Photo Booth, or if you prefer, The Virgin Project will sketch your portrait. Feel like making some art yourself? Dr. Sketchy will be there to lead you through a tantalizing life-drawing session that you'll never forget.

Seattle Erotic Art Festival was founded in 2002 by the nonprofit Foundation for Sex Positive Culture to promote freedom of sexuality, speech and creativity through the erotic expression of fine art. This event is a fundraiser to present a full Seattle Erotic Art Festival to enthusiasts in the Spring of 2009.

Festival information: www.SeattleErotic.org · Tickets: www.BrownPaperTickets.com

THIS EVENT IS OPEN ONLY TO THOSE 21 YEARS OF AGE AND OLDER

the place for everything...

oils, herbs, potions, apothecary, soap makers, incense makers, artisans, books, palm readers, everything you would want to heal yourself short of surgery...

more condos...

and empty offices for the witless...hence the name...

the hiway 99 viaduct...

ready to fall...

my city...

through my son's windshield...