My Bois d’Ilet can stop the holes from grabbing me in the night. Your Holy Spirit play hanky-panky with Jewish virgins. My Erzulie can swear and kiss; your Mary, dressed in blue, pales before her million candles. My Legba yield both eggs and sperm; your sweet Jesus stay limp and yield only Green Stamps for …
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Apr 06
Take Me Home
After the movie I saw alone, I wandered into the bar. My throat clenched and my chest heaved to spot Cody. The ease of his toothy smile, the way he slung his arm around the shoulders of whomever made him laugh, the sandy blonde hair sweeping over his eyes. I discarded my paperback novel on …
Apr 03
Untitled Lesbian Poem
Sex is overrated G to XYZ and Love is too hard {taking up the ass}. That’s why i turned trannie and hit on a bi-sexual Adult Video and Toy Store attendant whose butch lesbian girlfriend ran me down and whipped my ass on the maxi-pad isle at the grocery store for quick clean-up. Yes, she …
Mar 31
the future is the ghosts of cowards raping your children
and isn’t this what you wanted? weren’t you assured that casting your vote would only ever change things for the better? did you just keep sucking whatever cock was shoved down your throat? of course you did, you mindless fuck –John Sweet
Mar 28
The Doctrine of the Similar
The dominant metaphor here is mimesis. The act of mimicry. Reproduction. Imitation. We’re talking the facts of facsimiles. Echoes and iterations. Growth hormones in every pot and two carbon copies of carbon footprints in every garage. Our home movies play like tired reruns, exit polls from Sunday’s big game. Every ballot a quilt with a …
Mar 25
As Magic as Anything
Jesus is not here to save you any more than the bartenders or the politicians, any more than the drug peddlers or the girls in magazines. The church like the queens of late night infomercials will take your money but have no interest in your soul, leaving you to fend for yourself as you always …
Mar 22
2012 death cross
At the grocery store, late afternoon, and it’s crowded. Store in one of many strip- malls that dot the landscape on the periphery, interlaced highways. I think I see Pete in there. Pete married my first ex. We’d huddled under blankets upstairs, junkies downstairs, no heat or hot water, then all that gunfire. We carried …
Mar 19
Coffee and Donuts on Ice
The Minister of Information sits quietly in the Happy Donut next to the seventy five year old anarchist who doubles as his landlord. The Minister of Information wears his multi-colored “Cleaver sleeve” pants with their twelve inch if they’re a foot codpieces. He’s been sporting them on the spoken word scene sporting them all over …
Mar 16
Douglas Bader Post Pub Crawl Scenario
Through the puddles of piss and puke of the back alley of the Shaft Worker’s Arms walked the man with no legs. His alloy lower limbs with cosmetic gold plated toe nails clanked on each footfall and he whistled a tune he couldn’t name but had heard on the pub’s jukebox until he caught sight …
Mar 13
Conflicting Fathers
Each day, towards eternal sleep I dream…of my forefathers who dared to run the gambit, I see loneliness and pain among the echoes– oh dear lord, help me remain virginal among the ruins of self… My own father died of cancer on June 3’rd 2006. Spiritual being, founder of all, guide me toward a beautiful …