Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter (Watermelon 1) (of a 12 Watermelon poem) --for Richard Brautigan, on his birthday January 30th, 2019, another irritable-balls-syndrome’d year inside which Brautigan’s still dead and the entire goddamn world has tossed itself into the paper mache pit where memories thumb rides with their elbows … Continue reading Trump Drives On Deep Into Twitter
2 Years Without Nickel Time moves like a drunk in an old suede jacket that won’t leave us alone Whispering in my ear tonight, shit like: I ain’t on your side, Columbo. Something in German that sounds like fate choking. and Your cat is still dead. 2 years gone and I … Continue reading 2 Years Without Nickel
The Six Million Dollar Man’s Bulge (2018) dedicated to The Bionic Woman, The Six Million Dollar Man and Vladimir Mayakovsky today I saw the whole world bleeding real jobs and today I saw a giraffe penis fully staffed I saw both things for the first time side by side thumb-wrestling ………infinity sweating wet … Continue reading The Six Million Dollar Man’s Bulge (2018)
She Left Me For A Guy Named Parkour She left me for a guy named Parkour and I don’t want to even spend a goddamn second eventually realizing what that’s supposed to mean Ouch Your ass is not a park bench, Helen You don’t have to let some acrobatic prick…. No, … Continue reading She Left Me For A Guy Named Parkour
His Sleeves Where Stained With Spinach Dip His sleeves where stained with spinach dip and Bionic Woman quotes and gone booze his shoes looked like he’d just spent the flood slugging through Earth’s history of fascist atrocities and the modern day equivalency of Trump shit strained through the excrement of every one … Continue reading His Sleeves Were Stained With Spinach Dip
