screaming at low volumes
I’m throwing up in the alley, while the whore has my cock in her mouth and i can’t remember how i got there; leaning over to ask who she is what is she doing? here it is, the days passing, the hours peeling away like the dead skin around scabs. and what do I feel? … Read moreworthless
… and in those deserts, those dunes lie the children of those dunes. the only time anyone is out there is when they’re looking for something. there’s a wholeness to the sadness; not this schizophrenic pursuit of happiness. the neanderthal dream, water coming to you, food coming to you, sex coming to you, it coming … Read moredead jackrabbit
he was a tall man often dark – spring until fall. bye and bye he became a small man always white – inside scared all year round. i never saw him so beautiful: when he was small and as afraid as I had always been. I dreamed of destroying him when he was small in … Read moreBig and Small
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