This Quonset hut in the woods lacks plumbing, lacks a view, and reeks of crystal meth. Living here means rushing into the forest until I rent a Port-a-Potty, but I don’t think the DEA will find me in any hurry. You claim that in Bulgaria in tall concrete Communist housing you lived a cleaner, sleeker …
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Feb 06
Nuclear Hoochie Koochie
This pome is auto-written in a search & destroy fashion „cause watching The Simpsons has more to do with „em frickin jokes that show deficiencies in our characters. While I am guzzling bottles of drugstore Vodka labeled God?s XXX „cause it?s filled with some exotic perfumed varnish-amber-colored-stinking-rubbing-100-proof-alcohol which in truth is man?s poison contributing to …
Feb 03
Corporate Cage
They make me feel like wearing bones on my head and killing them at random … I see my hands moving working while the faces keep talking asking wanting but all I can hear are those wild cowboys riding hell-bent horses under thunder & lightning mud and rain and yelping six-guns blasting blood-shot eyes in …
Jan 31
Bless You Father
as a former Catholic bent by booze I now understand what years of Mass failed to teach if the Pope relaxed his staunch stance on birth control & abortion it would severely limit the dating pool of all his child fucking priests –RC Edrington
Jan 28
Making Friends for the World
I lose my job & run out of benefit I’m in Mexico where it’s not so easy to freeze. I’ll scavenge what I can & steal my neighbors’ water. I’ll get reckless & confuse it with life full tilt: jump bail, sharpen shank for associates, fall beneath their pig-sticking luminosity, the fear of the Lord …
Jan 25
Fuck Cinderella
Fuck Cinderella and her dainty shoe and fuck Sleeping Beauty and her magic kiss I have other problems A blown head gasket, empty cereal boxes and a run in my stocking. You see me here, in my pin-striped suit holding a tape recorder, writing your news, I don’t fall under your nose you can’t judge …
Jan 22
Fucked Nine Ways From Tomorrow
“Cocaine habit forming? Of course not. I ought to know. I’ve been using it for years.” Tallulah Bankhead 1952 Granny used to tell of the Mexican Revolucion, campesinos washing the corn & grain from Pancho Villa’s horse crap to survive She told me about a boy shitting out the window of a train & my …
Jan 19
You Can Call it What you Want
you can call it what you want: it can be a protest, sure; it can be an uprising, yes; it can even be a revolution, perhaps; a sustained political action; a mass consciousness awakening; a transformative–and inevitable– progression that rises and falls like the crashing waves of history. but, we grow weary of being invisible, …
Jan 16
Political Diatribe (Tripe)
I want to thank whoever marches through hell so that I might walk around unmolested. And while I’m at it let me thank the losers of loved ones in wartime, families and friends who deal with the bright lights of grief. You’re more deserving than I. What have I done with this blessing, these missions …
Jan 13
Penis
I want a penis I want to give bitch to it so I can teach it to be nice. Teach it to be gentle, teach it how to love. I want it to ejaculate itself on the floor spread into the wood and teach it how to be perfect history without war and bloody hands …