screaming at low volumes
black cabs for a music gimick, hi-jacked urbania hipped out with the corporate gimick – i can’t tell if it’s a fight back or fight with cause i’m kicked in the head by the black spot shoe the same as I am the Pele Brazil Puma. I can’t tell – that’s the problem; am I … Read moreBaited Hooks
there had been a party for the Suicide Queen and we all dressed up. Mid way through, I saw a french maid; I stuck my hand up her dress. payed no attention to the panties. Her cunt was soft. I got another drink and another and another. Glasses broke and fires burnt. I’d been hard … Read moreSuicide Queen
This is a poem I submitted to “Borderlands:Texas Poetry Review” who summarily rejected it. I thought it was pretty good, myself – kind of portraying a border town. I’m not sure what they didn’t like about it, but it’s OK – I’ve never bought their magazine and so what the hell; they can do whatever … Read moreBorder Town
we finished off the wine,smoked another joint,then I went for the whiskey.she took some pills from her pursepopped them in,asked for water afterwards.I fell on the way to the kitchen.She asked if I could fuck her;”Another time, perhaps” i told her,”there’s still some booze,besides, you look too sad to fuck.”When the sun came up,the blood … Read moreDrinking to Forget
I said I wouldn’t do it and I did. God damn-it! Fuck. Its too late now, it’s started – and after all, I am built upon going back on those things I swore I would never do – or never do again. A man who has never changed his mind, is no man at all … Read morelove that makes me go
Just the other day, I laid with Jesus, and when he was done, we argued over how much he should have to pay. “A son of God ought to catch a break sometimes,” he told me. “A son of a Bitch screws everyone in the end.” I said to him.
I went before the court to protest for my heart and all the jury stood to say it should not start. I went before the judge begging mercy on my soul; he rapped his gavel hard saying I’ve the heart of a fool. I went before the gods to plead for an appeal though they … Read morewasting time
I might go broke from heart break; a leg askew in the midst of the shin might have been me when I was young, save for the riches of the north and the kindness of a system I despise. Who am I to dream of better for those who already have it better with feasts … Read moreBeautiful Box
Oh the fury of my heart, conflicting with my arrogant mind and all this time I felt sure that intellect would set me free; it never occurred to me that feeling an intellect was foundational to spiriting a life of separation. Even I don’t understand it.
The other day, in a store of books, there was one that purported to show just how I could improve my poetry. it suggested i not spent to much time on my opening line, though i’m not sure why, because i don’t. he suggested reversing things and traversing things and once there was a mention, … Read moreHow To Write Poetry