Running like hell The El kicks out trash & dust down the dirty streets of Chicago
Chases around corners with the stale smoke of mourners & the sunrise vigilance
It is a heads-tails chance that you wake up in your own bed
Mother’s Father’s cross above your head & a two day old glass of gin
Bed sheets stained [...]
Is it possible to write a clever country song about A.I.D.S.?, no, there is the smell of hospice hard to convey & last wishes & throwing open the salon window, your girlfriend speaks in the currency of T-cells, & this crappy 4/4 song just mentioned cancer like an all caps affliction, angina elevators & Downward [...]
Tagged aids, ginko biloba, hulk, metro, poetry, sororityThere is a place on a map called Euless Texas, rules include naming your truck after a long dead lady country star, who went to jail when she said she robbed that liquor store out on 183rd, but sang Aretha Franklin like a songbook, after five straight-up Red Eagles, looked at herself in the mirror, [...]
Tagged aretha franklin, country, drinking, poetry, red eagle, texasIs Molly actually cross-eyed?, heavy water carried in the bottom, nothing thoughts in the top, steals a cigarette as the Fort-Worth stripper girl gives it away for free, & me sipping scotch Johnny Walker Red, someone has lost their mama, someone has lost their way, sweatshirt closet gay tells his TXT buddy he won’t have [...]
Tagged butt, cross-eyed, poetry, strippers, texas, txtWickedly wet liver
Soaked for lack of living
Soaked for a sotted giver
Weighs a ton & ways onward
The special things that are gone toward
And the death of the run-up to The Suffocate
Gold-guilded bracelet & stoplight jewels
An OC evening on plasticine deck chairs
And so that song’s gotta play
And so I’m gonna stay right here frozen
It’s a bitter still [...]
On January 6, 2010, I read at Barnes ‘N Noble Santa Monica. I read five pieces: “Wickedly wet liver…”, “Is Molly actually cross-eyed?…”, “There is a place on a map called Euless Texas…”, “Is it possible to write a clever country song about A.I.D.S.?…” and “Running like hell The El kicks out trash & dust [...]
Tagged chicago, cross-eyed, drinking, poetry, safety, texas, videoBroken arm summer
Where I put the pins in
And reset the bone
With drunken days &
Seekless night
Stumble on & stupid fights
Your mighty 3-1-0 N.M.O.
Almost said & choked up head
Sunday morning calling to say goodbye
To Brillo cream & little eyes
And all the friends that look like you
Winter flu, upside down
False stops & parking lot tickets
Your mighty M.O.
Was to [...]
The hate in the mirror is bait
& the hideaway of looking older
is skin slackened wrinkle
& the fear is near to the outcome.
I’ve got crinkle hands
with death skin & the secret
in eyes is the cloudy size
of a slow beat beat heart.
You are given to hyperbole
when the arc of your belly
reveals the last meal & the stuck [...]
Davi come on!, sing that song with your suit jacket on & vagina beard!, dumb-ass pseudo emo that is vaguely self-referential already is last year’s summer song, you jerked off to it in the mirror while “Friends” S08E01 played on your brand new CRT, which one of the three got you off?, you nailed the [...]
Tagged fall out boy, friends, karaoke, masturbation, poetry, vaginaI wonder how Baltimore is
when asked by VISA or MasterCard
if I’ve ever lived in Baltimore.
I have never lived in Baltimore.
I would think that the barrels of live crabs
stack claws & tentacles vibrating with
that little red chatter like teeth.
I would think Inner Harbor shines urban bedazzled
with storefront come-ons & museums that house
the worlds’ kept but battered [...]
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