Apr 12
Potato Man I am descended from a long line of Irish peasants, potato farmers to be more exact, working the land for English plantation owners. One peasant hooked up with the master’s daughter, the master giving his daughter an ultimatum. She chose the Irish peasant, and they were both banished to the new world. And …
Mar 15
Motor Oil Through the Lemonade There is motor oil through the lemonade, razor invasion piranhas enter my field of vision, the floodlight metropolis and payola queens atop the charts – Francis Bacon spectres streaking down a treacherous canvas, that red-eyed seagull flock of swarm. Two rings of twine for a tail-eaten snake. There are craters …
Feb 10
The Menace The menace is 26 oz. of smoke at birth. The menace is caged hatreds boiling. The menace is the tips of rattlesnake warnings. The menace is fallen comets dipped in paint. The menace is ugly sex faces in scream. The menace is voodoo bones for dice. The menace is comradery losing the kiddie …
