His brother took him to a pool hall, bought him tequila and beer chasers, farted out loud and commented over the texture and vibrato of each. His brother laughed at anything— his own jokes, the old geezer with a chin stuck inside his mug, the skipping juke box saying, “You give love a bad naye-naye-naye-naye.” …
Category Archive: Poetry
Jul 07
social protocol
the shrimp popper button having been pushed, and then played in triumph, the happy little group ate their shrimp perfection meal and washed it down with tasty gossip. and a bit of bubbly, too. then, the night nearly done, each and every one went home, and settled into bed, burping shrimp vapors into the warm …
Jul 07
A March to the Gallows
They must stay up nights thinking up stupid cocktails to foist off on the young and impressionable, cynical shit made with stuff that doesn’t go together, like Gin, Vodka, Rum and Rye, partial shots of each topped off with Irish crème and stirred, served as a shooter and given gross names with sexual connotations, knowing …
Jul 07
I Was Raped By 17 Large UFOs
(the complete history of my sex life:1977-2011) I had sex with a giant potato I had sex with a devil of twine I had sex with a martian bumblebee I had sex with a frozen banana I had sex with a lesbian gorilla I had sex with an empty tuna can I had sex with …
Jul 07
They come with
the Spring, bearing pamphlets, church bulletins, messages from Above. Undeterred by hostility, gutters filled with the fluttering refuse of their world. Answering each question of immortality, “Where will you be when you die?” I say, “In transit. To Schenectady.” Stymied, they move on to the next victim, except the one who looks deep into my …
Mar 17
Like No Other
Skin so like mine I forget our truer natures The ones inflicted on us By the sheer randomness of the universe Instilled in us by past generations That are as hard as the moments When we leave this bed And go our separate ways But in the dark of your room With you so close …
Mar 17
The Backseats of My Early Twenties
Beer pong and blow jobs And backseats with cool leather To rest my fevered cheek against Trace the condensation building On the rear window Lazily with fingertips That don’t want to touch And I am wishing There was a better place to do this Instead of in a parking lot Outside of a party Comforting …
Mar 17
Stupid Poem about Stupid Airports
People will try and tell you that travel is good for the soul that the changing of places the arriving and the leaving gives you a greater understanding of the world and yourself and everything and maybe this is so but nowadays it just makes me think of endings and broken things see right now …
Mar 17
before the sorted fall
so what may i read against the radio stations reactionary manager may i read breasts and nipples since i know boys all over the world enjoy them even though i prefer chests and nipples perhaps the boy walks to the store for his mother who may feel as if she’s overworked and thus dying walking …
Mar 17
suspenders
when packing up a suitcase, there may be a moment of profuse profanity, gnashing teeth, and grave indecision. at least, that’s the way it was for the sexy big-dicked teenage boy, a college freshman, going off to visit his boyfriend. what was he going to be doing with his boyfriend, other than having sex with …