There was a supper club right on the Ocean. The kind of place that we would never be able to get into on our own. What happened was, we found some very fancy evening attire while dumpster diving behind the TGI Fridays. “Look at this gown!” she said, it was emerald green and only partially …
May 24
Plastic Neon Signs
In the shadows of the plastic neon signs Where the middle class pretty boys And local college queens Down Day-Glo shooters; Sipping Cosmos watered down With soap opera tears. Where they patch their weekly broken hearts In the blinding disco lights; Strutting to an auto-tuned synthetic rhythm To drown out their bad romances. Outside In …
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May 21
This poem was pulled by the author
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May 19
Patently Offensive #2 — How many dicks is that?
**SPOILER ALERT** In this podcast: “Let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself”– FDR Welcome to the Jungle – Guns n Roses Dr Zillman intro “Testies” — Johnny Dangerously “..the Truth” — A Few Good Men Men and Women — George Carlin “oh, Good Grief!” — …
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May 18
In God I Trust
She had in god we trust tattooed on her mound, it was good advice for disciples & sages, for those who believed those looking to, for lost sheep & reborn dreamers, she shepherded her flock already, to safe pastures, where after she consumed them; made trinkets from their bones. –Teri Kelly Note: True story, I …
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May 15
The Markets Are Down 2%.
Banish the hubris; Toss away the choice words Spoken by rotten, broken tongues. Silence the chorus of appalled shock. Shred the sermons, Burn down the gory edifices: The churches, mosques, temples And the muted Gods they mock. Drain the sewage. Flush away the insidious odour Seeping up from malls, homes, carnivals. Put it in a …