When I Return From A Good Fortnight Of A-Drinking & A-Whoring … In The Self-Absorbed Cocoon Of My Recovery I Oftentimes Forget The Sad Plight Of The Common, Little Man

by on November 9, 2020 :: 0 comments

My, my, my, I almost made the delicious Sunflower Sky explode, lushly, whilst romantically reminiscing about our ‘Lover’s Tryst’ in that bit of woodland waste ground out the back of the Abortion Clinic, back in good ol’ 1969 … yeah, I know neither one of us was actually born yet, but in cosmic terms, it was but an excitable, Energy …

For My Father

by on November 8, 2020 :: 0 comments

It wasn’t a long walk from the car to The spot we’d chosen, by the river But as it was to be our last together, It was the longest of my life. Lifting the box, I followed my sisters. We didn’t speak, each was lost in Her own thoughts and memories. The box felt like a baby in my arms …

THE LOVE BOND

by on November 7, 2020 :: 0 comments

See we are ancient already! We are marble carved and sealed to fortressed stone inseparable the way we aged together and glistening in our polish like one of your starry paintings. Or an old rustic house grown out as one toward the woodland. We live in the same skin shelter under each other’s locks. I look out the window of …

Over A Game of Cards

by on November 6, 2020 :: 0 comments

a queen of hearts, a jack of spades, a shuffling of the deck, a shedding of the cards, a game of love underway a stronger masculine hand, matching of wits, a test of patience, a sip of sights, the queen plays her trick a little allusion meant to attract the slightest attention, carefully calculated slips of the glossy lips sharp …

He took

by on November 5, 2020 :: 0 comments

Inspired by Jeff Weddle He took his medications well and orderly He woke up just every day To go to work unerringly He took care to think quietly And not to speak haphazardly He took pride in his appearance and His presence, nay, impression was that Of a man that shaves regularly At least that was the thing He told …

Ant Trap

by on November 4, 2020 :: 0 comments

Looking for ant traps in the junk drawer, It is a wonderland of broken scissor blades, Flashlight parts, dried electrical tape, Corroded batteries, washers, stray Crayons, dead pens. But no ant traps & the ants are running amok. I get Lost in here. Forgotten Polaroids, decrepit Relatives bleaching into the ghosts they will Soon become. Candles tucked away in case …

Capitalist therapy

by on November 3, 2020 :: 1 comment

Masks in the parking lot car exhaust from mad shopping excursions choking the atmosphere a bag of half-eaten fast food bakes in the heat yes sir, Amerika’s back in full swing no contagion here step right up and get your realest realism but something just isn’t right maybe a touch of evil under patriotic circumstances what is the purpose of …

BUMBYE WE DIE

by on November 2, 2020 :: 0 comments

Bumbye we die so moa bettah kanpai and raise our glasses to da sky. Life is rough enough wen deah’s too many elephants in da room and da buggahs stay eating all da peanuts. No can party snack wit da pachyderm attack until we light some firecrackers and scare da troublemakers away. Whoo-hoo! Watch da herd go charging out da …

belly up

by on November 1, 2020 :: 0 comments

days have been so hot fish are floating belly up my abdomen is swollen bigger than mother’s was when i was five years old we shared a bath together “i never want a tummy like hers,” i thought it was the size of the baby elephant’s in my golden book be careful of what you don’t want the first thing …

by the way.

by on October 31, 2020 :: 0 comments

what’s that? you’re in a rush? well then maybe you shouldn’t join a queue you don’t want to be in to be served by a cashier you hate so you can buy stuff you don’t want at a price you don’t like. I’m pretty busy myself: I’m the cashier you hate who scans and packs your stuff while you have …