screaming at low volumes
i come from a place we used to call PissHole oddly, pronounced Paso, Non-sequitur was the password – dreams of riches, poverty stricken, i lost cars, but got chicken; fill that glass again! drinkin’ the finest Gin, all the cares of single mom’s taken care of they babies, I got out, get yours – maybies? … Read moreDer Ferdinand ist gstorbe
days gone & days past Drunken Oblivion never lasts… the permanent sadness will never pass. So I do things between things to do and this time of year i think about you why you went & did what you done… how I always wonder where it is I’m from… I’m as much from here as … Read morewishful thinking
Asexual lust, objectified politely… Can’t you just …? stand around nude a flower in the sun. Sway gently with the breeze or wine… Must you go, this time? and should desire creep over me, Pregnant Pauses will not deliver us a child!
shall we write? he looks at me with his giant eyes, bigger than the sun at noon and the moon rising. dark black pupils, stretching out young arms, back bowed into upside down rainbows… “Fuck it, why not?” “What shall we write about”, I ask? he blinks his eyes slowly, a reminder that he is … Read moreCat Poems
here again, with nothing to say, nothing in my heart, a stranger in this strange land, immigrant of circumstance. cry out, oh lord, cry out! part the clouds and send your fury, for nothing remains in the ashes of creation – I set the flames to destroy your face, your tears of sunshine stir nothing … Read moreNothing Left To Say