Dirt Road Graveyard You're like a graveyard on an old dirt road filled with ghosts and fun to hold séances in (from my book Beautiful Graveyards, Farfalla Press)
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Month: November 2014
Main Titles/Dinner and Dancing
Main Titles/Dinner and Dancing Your eyes pointing towards the back seat of a dark taxi cab my face pressed somewhat reassuringly against the stubborn consistency of cold concrete I had the 'Jesus Christ can't we talk this over?' for dinner You ordered the 'You know what? I just don't think so.' and after that … Continue reading Main Titles/Dinner and Dancing
Alone For The Holidays
alone for the holidays I had to masturbate four times today because that's what kind of day it was sometimes I would think of you tug stroke stroke sometimes I would think of happy things like a beautiful day stroke stroke tug sometimes I would think of you … Continue reading Alone For The Holidays
God Bless Danny Devito
God Bless Danny Devito The couch is a lonely hideout but it's cheaper than the Catacombs these days and comes complete with blankets and pillows and dangly chrismas lights on the ceiling and a fairly extensive video library and a working tv. I've got a strange view of my creepy neighbor's yard and a miniature … Continue reading God Bless Danny Devito
Why I Want To Fuck George Bush Jr.
(from series of longsides published by Baobob Tree Press. this one's for the great J.G. Ballard, and the reasons he wanted to do Reagan. at the time this broadside was printed we had Bush)
Wanted
Wanted I will bend bullets for you arm wrestle perfectly strong freight trains & over estimate the jungle in exchange for your confidence in matters regarding our occasionally afflicted destiny and a couple of really cool matching tattoos I will do battle and conquer the filthy chameleons which threaten to impersonate the partially … Continue reading Wanted
Puddles
Puddles Helen I..I mean you...I mean meatloaf-or not meatloaf. No. I mean meatloaf. And vampire comics. And songs about plastic robots vs. cream soda. Rampaging typewriters and the martyred ribbons that have nothing to do with it. Your eagles have landed and I'm having a hard time processing the most latest information. This information pertaining … Continue reading Puddles
