Poetry

He awoke with a sweat, Jesus wasn’t up yet. But the angels blew their horns In defiant display. God was sick on that day. Achin’ for the fix he needed so bad, God reached for the rig he kept in his bag – An old crucifix with a needle at the feet – Plunging down … Read moreGod Was A Junkie

Man works his fingers till they bleed, tryin’ to provide for his seed.But it doesn’t matter because the worlds a mad hatterand nothing seems to make sensethey were lies about the white picket fence.And we all bought it, at least I didPreachin’ it to me since I was a kid.Pearly whites will get the chick, … Read moreUntitled

All of them have eyes, all of them have bodies; Empty shells for erotic pleasure, singlulary naughty. “Caution” – a value I’ve never learned “Fidelity” – only recently took hold. meaningless pleasure is not pleasure at all, but tales of pain untold.