The tin-can alleyway rattling of mechanical plow horse flesh wagon spiteful screamer dragging tooth & some nail through shangri-la who is now fucked up beyond all recognition crying mud where … Continue reading DIG THIS.
I had some cold cat dress me down once Asked me if I studied anything. I said it wasn’t my thing He gasped, blew his mind. Asked me what I … Continue reading Happy.
Sure, You can have it all. Maybe. You could seize the dream, drag it down, lace up and walk a life like that. Sure. I bet it would be nice. … Continue reading Maybe.
Time was a friend Whose company once appreciated Now unwanted. Whose voice once soothed Now pains me. Whose face, comforted Now disfigured, frightening. Whose embrace, desired Now offends. Whose eyes, warm … Continue reading TIME.
The gaunt, trembling and profusely perspiring buffoon Coping with male pattern baldness by living Vicariously through horribly stitched puppets Grumbles nonsense into the ears of Subhuman cretins Suffering cerebral degeneracy while … Continue reading INFOMERCIALS.
I find myself far too often, in the land of surreal fever dreams. This paradigm is confusing, its orientation boggles the mind and I begin to sweat. The chimp in … Continue reading SNOW GLOBES.
Circa 2050 post apocalyptic bottom feeding chaos monkeys gorge on the powdered milk barren wasteland Fonterra created While women’s breasts are tagged and bagged, shipped off to leather chair dollar … Continue reading CIRCA 2050.