This 2016 release is an awakening of the human spirit through written word, and represents the foundation of the Poetry Nouveau movement. Please enjoy these selected excerpts from Dark Sexy Funny.
This book will not help you lose weight
It will not cure your erectile dysfunction
It does not increase the size of your breasts
It will not cure your halitosis
It will not increase your disposable income
It does not offer a money-back guarantee
It will not rid your home of unwanted pests
It will not be available in stores or through an incredible TV offer
It does not cure your embarrassing dandruff flakes
It will not cure Ebola
It will not kill ISIS
It does not endorse any political candidate for office
This book will not keep frozen food fresh
It will not increase the amount of your red blood cells
It does not require refrigeration
It will not cut, slice, or dice
It will not cure your depression
It does not help you get a good night’s sleep
It will not cure your cold
It will not get rid of unwanted pet odors
It does not remove embarrassing acne and blemishes
It will not increase the length of your penis
It will not help you find your soul mate
It does not accept major credit cards
This book has no benefits
It has no side effects
Please do not ask your doctor about this book
With no method, there is only madness!
Peace and love, always!
Ero Zeno
Planet of Texas,
USA
I contracted a bad case of the flu in late 2014. I was bedridden for a couple of days to recover, and I had the misfortune of viewing 15 minutes of network television.
I hope you enjoy Dark Sexy Funny. But let this Foreword be a warning...
The American Dream became a nightmare
I lost my soul to the darkness
I struggled to get it back
I had seen the Light, it had not seen me
40 days & 40 nights, I drove the back-roads
with Lightnin’ & the Wolf
True believers on a lost highway
200 miles per hour in the passing lane
one foot on the gas and one on the brake
We flew through gaps in the raindrops
A race from reality, a surge to the light
through the prism of shadows
The wrong decision for the right reason
The signs along the roadside read:
Freedom Isn’t Free
Obey Your Corporate Masters
Who’s Watching Big Brother?
There are Liars, Damn Liars, and Politicians
Wal-Mart™ Died for Your sins
Beware of Dogma
The Meek Shall Inherit $hit
Nothing to Hide = Everything to Lose
The Protector Has Become the Enemy
It Takes a Village to Raze a Village
There’s No Crime Like a War Crime
The Revolution Will Be Televised
…and Injustice for All!
South of Eden, I stopped for the Sorceress
An electric raven-haired enchantress
with a heart of passion and apocalyptic fire in her veins
Her glistening eyes illuminated the twilight
Daughter of Eros, disciple of Sappho
She exerted dominion over the serpent
She broke the protracted silence
as she leaned to me and whispered in my ear:
To inherit the earth, one must pay the Devil his due
You evade the Devil’s herd
the dead-end trail knows no end
You flee the rivers which flow
with the blood of the damned
Where Satan’s noose tightens each day
and everyone has a rendezvous with death
There is no turning back
there is no escape
Stay the course
seek first the shadows
Find the light through the prism of shadows
I have seen the light. Unfortunately, the light has not seen me.
I have a real Orwellian and Fitzgeraldian (this is a word, I swear) thing about signs and symbols. Equal parts subtle, hilarious, and ominous, they never fail to excite my imagination.
I originally intended to call this creation Lightnin' and the Wolf (as in Hopkins and Howlin').
I am intrigued by the possibility of flying through gaps in the raindrops.
She is the tenth muse
and a reincarnation of Calliope
She is the eternal star of creation
and shines brightly as a beacon of hope
She quietly appears with the full moon
and delivers my restless soul to the light
She is the Poetess
Her words balance my delicate universe
and bring harmony to the chaos of my time
Her beautiful prose shines a light
on the darkness of my world
Her oeuvre arouses my passion
and tames my internal demons
She is the Poetess
She is a heavenly artist
and her canvas is a blank page
She imparts generous visions of love
and her words nourish my heart, and soul
She fills me with consciousness
and her creations exhilarate my being
She is the Poetess
A tribute to my lovely muse.
As the sun dies each evening only to be resurrected each morning, so the Poetess resurrects my soul.
A heavenly artist, she quietly appears with the full moon and delivers my restless soul to the light.
3:00 AM
We were naked, and not ashamed
Unfortunately, I was the only one awake
Give me immortality or give me death
The right of the people to keep and
arm bears shall not be infringed
The Peacekeeping force shot the children in the back
3:15 AM
We were ashamed, and not naked
Unfortunately, I was not sleepy
A local agnostic was killed in a holy war
The Village Idiot is merely
a reflection of the idiot village
I found Jesus. He was in a jail cell next to mine
3:30 AM
We were ashamed because we were not naked
Fortunately, I was not sleepy
From out of creation came chaos
Between Good vs. Evil
can I pick none of the above?
In this mighty jungle, the lion had insomnia
3:45 AM
We were naked, and ashamed
Fortunately, I began to dream
Defense lawyers get you off
It was midnight in the Garden of Eden
I met Mother Nature on a mystic mountain
We did the Ghost Dance to a rock and roll beat
It’s hell to be God’s chosen people
The River of Life sometimes runs dry
Ask not what multinational corporations can do for you
Ask what you can do for multinational corporations
It takes a village to pillage a village
That’s not me. It’s merely my reflection in a mirror
Under normal circumstances
there is nothing normal about my circumstances
Lawyers don’t sue people. People sue people
Elegant criminals and beautiful psychopaths control the world
4:00 AM
We were still naked, and not ashamed (but very cold)
Unfortunately, sleep eluded me
Those who have nothing to hide have everything to lose
The 21st Century Hippocratic Oath: Kill ‘Em & Bill ‘Em
What motivated the quick brown fox to jump over the lazy dog?
The multinational corporations shall inherit the earth
Why do we make heroes of those who kill God’s children?
Assassins fell from the sky:
Booth?
Princip?
Oswald?
Ray?
Sirhan?
Hinkley?
4:15 AM
Fast asleep
I planned to create a masterpiece of all those crazy thoughts and ideas that flow through my mind during dreams and insomnia. Unfortunately, this is all I could do.
Random Contemplation incorporates my favorite Old Testament verse, Genesis 2:25.
Assassins don't fall from the sky. Most of them were/are well-connected, well-trained, and well-financed.
She saw right through me
She knew the one I was
Not the one I professed to be
She read the stars
She could tell the difference
Between damnation or salvation
Between heaven or hell
She spoke to the stars
She knew my friends and enemies
She knew who looked down upon me
Who looked over my shoulder
She saw it in the stars
She tamed the darkness of my soul
She showed me a way to the light
On her path to an everlasting sun
A clairvoyant mistress of the stars
Stars is a tribute to writer Carolan Nathan, who passed away in 2019.
Her An Epic of Cosmic Creation: A Book of Poetic Verse remains a personal favorite.
A clairvoyant mistress of the stars...