Behind a stout apartment building Lies an automobile graveyard. Go there. You’ll see a rusty car skeleton; The edges are saffron and sharp, And there’s motor oil on everything. Since your about eight years old, You probably shouldn’t touch it. But do it anyway. As your taking the burned car battery out, Notice the hill …
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Jun 11
Tear It Down (And Rebuild It)
Save poetry! Save it from the critics Who only name-drop obscure poets To make themselves look smarter than they are. Save it from half-smart students Who fill it full of Freudian innuendos, Just so they can feel sharp When they slip in a dick joke. Smash the “post” movements That made poetry out to be …
Jun 08
A Child of War
As she lies bleeding, the girl who skipped and hopped to school. All of nine and a half years old, with ribbons in her hair and a laugh that was her father’s pride. As she lies bleeding, the warm bullet lodged in her torn stomach, she stares at her skipping rope, as her blood soaks …
Jun 02
Cheng & I
Salvation at the edge of the city. In ratty-tat bars, where Cheng tries to pick up men whose eyes remind him of sad lemurs, souls of suicidal leaf monkeys at typewriters. By break of tri-color stream of sky, no one can afford meat. No one can afford to lose. Beyond perimeters of broken fences, in …
May 30
Ahab
i’m lashed to the whale like ahab his was a fine madness much like mine only my whale is the word and the words often turn on me and it pisses me off unless i’m getting it right this drives my harpoon but very few notice this is a world of icons and texting fingers …
May 27
At The Supper Club
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 …
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 …
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 …
May 12
a clean aquarium
the cruikshank of debilitation lends itself to a perversely-smattered spatter of reason, amorphous dreams of misspent youthful indiscretion, the wind in the willows sings of “strip & fuck” while the textbooks say study aristotle, and prometheus lifts his muscular arms to reveal his torrid turgid cum-spurting dick, the vulture that gnaws out his liver dripping …