August 2011
1 post
Schachmatt
Fixed flavors on a dry and empty palate crumbled
as we crossed the wrong side of the tracks
into the cities underworld
.
sniffing out rabid cunts
I can only think of the impending certainty of death
as definite as the midnight stroke on a grandfather clock
while thunder and lightening sucked up the spirits of the damned,
transporting souls, only to watch as guardian stars over dead...
July 2011
1 post
June 2011
5 posts
May 2011
5 posts
Old Fashion Without Bitters Aint much of an Old...
Radiating in and out of reality I sought purpose at that blood orange dawn
where i was charmed like a virgin, ripe with vigil over a century of sadness.
I watched all the famous faces I had come to know and love flicker in and out of
existence, on bar stools under the dimming light that swayed above us as we became
strangers to one another - while the tired old juke box that played all the...
April 2011
1 post
March 2011
8 posts
Leopard Print Whore
A snarl from a scoundrel
gnarled gums from the needle sowing poison like a coward
or is it brave to watch your pretty lashes turn to dust
eyes dry and yellow, corners of the mouth caked with crust
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I look forward to selling souls
selling grandmas china
fathers leather chair and suits
mothers rings and pearls
I’ll sell the kids
sell my cock, my mouth, sell my sweet ass
sell it...
Watch
February 2011
26 posts
Sound Pollution
sturdy boots
the sandman duels with hope
all my friends have none
these dreams of dust get me nowhere
-
Somewhere a black rainbow descends
they scratch their heads and watch
the ghastly gallows, architecture of all those blind eyes
Drowning in screams, the pollution of sound
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even if i could
why would i walk on water for you
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face the sun take a bow
march forth
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Wait for his...
Four to Four
Tongues twisted in the smokey den
at four to four AM
I was at the end of the line
and at the end of the bed
He gave me a wink with a thrust and she moaned
as my stomach churned, but some demon took me back
to the land of nod and my eyes fell heavy like the curtains
to some twisted prelude to the fall
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We were entertaining beasts
and the queen was in a million pieces
He had to answer...
“Some bitch told me my dick looks like Sylvester Stallone’s neck,” -...”
January 2011
17 posts
Fractals of Fiction
What a Handsome headlock - you ravaged your youth
wasted on unkempt desires and flea ridden
flop houses
Frailty shimmers from some sinners smile
I feel the dark of the night like the inside of
that cunning space between your legs, warm
like a glass of milk on the night stand next to
the bed
When the child awakes he screams for mommy and daddy,
silence fills the room as the boy’s...