I put out the welcome mat for the murderous spies with communist leanings who are always cramming into my house of horrors. Trembling under my bed I hear the cars pulling up. They took my baby and her pink dresses and beige shoes. Out on the asphalt bullets are hailing as they make off with …
Category Archive: Poetry
Feb 01
The diving butter fly and a banging bell
If I have a stroke tomorrow and I can only talk through eye blinks it might take me ten years to tell my story but what I will eventually say is this: I had a good time, i was lucky. But I took life for granted because I thought it didn’t matter, and in the …
Feb 01
After Watching the Night Porter
I want charlotte rampling to break my heart I want to feel her walk away a cold splash of burning water helpless as a baby in a six foot ditch I want charlotte rampling to break my heart Something so absolute It makes my valve replacement feel like a shitasu I want to be out …
Feb 01
How to call a feminist a dirty little whore and have her thank you for it
You look You look at her You look at her like you can actually see her You look at her like her doubt is the most beautiful thing You have ever seen And you… have no doubt No doubt that one way or another She is going to do whatever it takes And she understands …
Feb 01
Telephone Numbers Die in Los Angeles
If you try to use your cellphone in Los Angeles, you will become really lost and alone, because there is something about Los Angeles that causes cell phones to suddenly be run and controlled by strange companies; there is something in the sky that’s in the air in Los Angeles that contributes to the sound …
Feb 01
And Then the Following Happened
I drank the exotic beer and then a hot German girl with milky, pale skin and big ones appeared, and then after that I ate the cat food and then a meadow appeared festooned with hundreds of animated fish, and then after that I brushed my teeth with the new toothpaste and then a photogenic …
Feb 01
Outsourcing
i am no longer trying to write the great American novel it’s too time consuming & cuts into my online social networking time so i have outsourced all of my journals, notebooks & personal scribblings to a remote village in northern India where they are busy weaving it all into some semblance of American literature …
Feb 01
Nicotine Wiggle of the Carcinogen Cowboy
what have we become? watch close you might see static positions flowing through a carpal tunnel syndrome a voice lost somewhere beneath the pillow under the bed behind the computer monitor hidden sinkholes in a virtual sandbox a lustful breath drifts from one strange mouth to the next violent erections scramble the internet porn while …
Dec 01
Thank God For Modern Science
I hate you Like a mother hates her children After putting them to sleep. I love you Like a mother loves her baby After flushing it down the toilet; Young feet, feeling old in the stirrups Like a vacant harbor Or an abandoned ship. It’s almost love, you see. Like when I put my head …