This is the poem procured from the excrement of Oprah Winfrey’s book of the month This is the poem found coursing through the irritable bowels of a Shetland pony This is the poem hijacked from sweat drenched bar stools & strangled rectal meat This is the poem gleaned from the pituitary gland of a morbidly …
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Jul 12
I Hate Poets
if this isn’t a commitment to performance poetry, then i don’t know what is. Performance by Brian Fugett at Toxic Abatement, July 5, 2012, San Francisco, California. Video by Sammy Dwarfobia
Jul 08
A Wifely Duty to Shave Ass
(For Bryan Borland) We spoke, Comparing notes of audio and hooch; He told me he was listening gangsta And downing a 40 oz., I told him I was listening to one of Hank Bukowski’s live records And craving a bottle of cheap wine to go with it. But I couldn’t get it; The liquor stores …
Jul 05
Pass the Season
These moments are just little snapshots, frozen celluloid dimensions where I keep these secrets. It’s like a flip book. No, a journal, black words written on fallen dry leaves, hard bone, white snowflakes, dandelions, seashells pasted together by the hands of the children we will never have. Yesterday I realized that everyone must be careful. …
Jul 02
The Publishing House Speaks
“Esteemed cunts and cuntesses, would you now put your hands together and welcome to the stage Mr Anger Personified himself…Screetchin Scholar.” Hay, hay, hay, guys, wondering what’s got my goat this week? Well I was raging at the radges running the rat race, furious at the fuckers, mad at the media, irate at the state …
Jun 26
Fragments of Easter
She’s got her arm Around contestant number three; He’ll probably end up disappearing Like the other two. One of her offspring walks in; A young petite Bible-thumper Looking more flamboyant Than Lady Gaga on LSD. I suppose I could have freaked her out And asked where she knew To get a pair of those leopard …
Jun 23
Cat People #6
In a lonely place you’ll order the usual: black coffee and crumb cake. I’m still fond over macaroni and cheese. It was the best thing my mother ever made besides shy cowboys. Don’t scare. I’ll sidle towards your end of the counter. So slowly you won’t catch on until it’s too late. So unobtrusive. Like …
Jun 20
i reckon so, if the good lord’s willin
ah the lure of the brash big-dicked cowboy. how he can make a gay boy’s heart flutter. how he can make a gay boy’s dick hard in an instant, spurt cum in less than a minute. the brash big-dicked cowboy is down by the pond, the clear-water one, where the cows don’t drink. the brash …
Jun 17
Sir Guillotine Gives You a Painless Death
When they tipped the basket of heads, collected at the base of the guillotine and they tumbled forth like the awkward unsteady steps of a toddler, the eyes moved, teeth bit, and chewed at the weave of the basket. One mouth, they say, bit down on another’s ear and wouldn’t let go. Two men, their …