Death Is A Real Asshole for Nina Death is a real asshole, It just rams everything that’s ever been loved right up there inside its nothingness hole until everything gets shit out like a lonely blizzard of collapsed souls non-existing between snow
We’ll Always Have Bugfuck (for Harlan Ellison) Sure, The leaving is constantly happening but that doesn’t mean I don’t scream like one of Harlan Ellison’s army of typewriters when something else I love’s gone Fuck, Death’s ,,,,,,,,,,, a really hard worker damn it, it’s a lot of other things …
First Night Without Jack Drought, with running water Everything right About this world was Tethered inside you How am I supposed to not be morbid now? It looks like I picked the wrong day to stop missing things So long, my generous-guru friend Adios, Bird King Death is a real …
A Year Without Prince: Part 1 A year? Sexy-seriously? (stomp down on that delay pedal) How has it already been a year? (year year year) Where the fuck has everything gone? (oh, right) (you keep it in there) (as long as the water’s warm enough/that’s hot) Thirsty? Our whole world’s …
A Year Without Prince (this thing in 4 parts, prefaced by brief rambling followed by a quick prologue and then…….zoom!) Wendy? Yes Lisa? I’m not Lisa. I’m Dennis Oh, sorry Dennis. I’m not Wendy anyway. I’m also Dennis too. Huh. (Purple silence. Followed by dialogue) That doesn’t mean we can’t still wear ripped …
A Month Without Nickel Sleep is an old vacuum cleaner from the 1950’s The kind they used to sell door to door Most now buried and the ones still around Don’t really work anymore And when I do sleep The dreams eat all the floors Until I wake up perpetually exhausted again With …
Assignment: Erotic Chores* Digging A Grave For My Cat There is nothing erotic about digging a grave. It’s sexier than that new 50 Shades of Grey movie, obviously. But everything’s erotic when compared to something like that. When digging a grave there is nothing erotic for the one doing the digging. …
