The Men With Little Claws and Large Teeth / 7 2004

I saw the men with little claws and large teeth

meeting behind the plaza’s skeleton tree.

I watched as they slashed into sections with those big teeth of theirs

and miniature claws

those poor, helpless flower people.

I watched, in horror , as their petals flew and as their stems were strewn about in grisly fashion, their ghastly lamentations, carried by fierce winds,  stinging my ear.

I closed my largest eye, covered my smaller ones with my boney hands, and in my mind begged them to leave….

(Must have begged for at least 5 minutes)

However begging and prayer had no effect; and when I opened my largest eye againI was left to witness the show a little longer.

finally, The awful cries  ended and the clatter of slashing was gone, and the only sound left was that of loud burping men with tiny claws and large teeth.

Art Hernandez 7 2004

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Burning In Hell / 7 27 2004

A Poem Designed for Bin Ladin and his fucked up crew

You the ones with the fucked up brains

you with the damn rocks in your heads

yes you with the snot hanging from your noses

the ones with the fucked up eyeballs

you all will burn in hell

with your fucked up ideas on how the world show be

with your buddies that believe in your crap

with your dumb-ass dreams of saving the holy world

there will be no more hiding in caves

using other dumb-asses to kill the innocent

there will be no more time to point and shoot

and spread your corruptions

you’ll all be way to busy

way to hectic

while you all slowly burn in hell

Art Hernandez 7 27 2004

In The Ending / Art Hernandez 2-27-89

And in the end, the world will blow up, the sun will expand, the planets will catch fire, comets will spin no more.

And in the end, children songs will never be played, the snow will never be
here, and the falling of rain will no longer be sad.

The monsters will vanish, Madonna will be dead, and madness man, madness will be away.

My Photoshop Art

And in the end, the universe will implode, structure atomic shall be no
more, electrons spinning will be closing , and bye bye love, my love, bye bye.
The end my friend, the sad end.

Art Hernandez 2-27-89

I Am So F#$%kd / Art Hernandez August 20 1989 / From Uneasy Thoughts

Warning Much Profanity

from way down below, it grows slow joe,

watch as it glows, in the dark it like flows.

I don’t know what it is yet,

But you know what, i’ll make this bet.

it is evil.

it is mean.

it is medieval.

it’s not clean.

hey smack in my nose…i use this hose…take a dose…

i see only me, i give to only me, i screw only me, i fuck only me!

but i don’t care, i never do. it’s just the way i see the world.

you see the words? you think don’t you, you smell like that hunk of shit floating way down below!

fuck you so motherfucking whore! You’re a fucking bore!!

sorry it was a just passing phase,

like the light that comes from the moon’s haze,

its all madness indeed.

it crept up on me this fucking thing.

but you rest assure, you lay among no lures when i say i love you.

And tonight will bring me only darkness, horrible fright.

i hate this fear,

the god damn deer,

and all other sort of forest like furry fucks too.

Art Hernandez August 20 1989

My Photo / My Mother In Laws (she was like another mother to me) plaque at Zoo Tampa