Must Never Sleeps
I was walking with two young children. In this moment, we only needed distraction…preoccupation. The sun was directly overhead yet they soldiered on for we were “on a walk”. We ambled past the lake, talking fountains, alligators, and plans for
Must Never Sleeps
I was walking with two young children. In this moment, we only needed distraction…preoccupation. The sun was directly overhead yet they soldiered on for we were “on a walk”. We ambled past the lake, talking fountains, alligators, and plans for
A Most Unusual Day
This was the poem that was given to me that just scratches the surface of our Celebration of my brother Matt’s life. Still in shock at his senseless murder. A Most Unusual Day The surreal is what I feel Now
A Most Unusual Day
This was the poem that was given to me that just scratches the surface of our Celebration of my brother Matt’s life. Still in shock at his senseless murder. A Most Unusual Day The surreal is what I feel Now
Donation Center
daydreaming in the waiting room train trying to earn my pocket some change taking plasma from my vein humanity never looked so foreignly strange droopy eyes and crooked frowns furrowed brows or eyes staring down business men, grandmas and thugged
Donation Center
daydreaming in the waiting room train trying to earn my pocket some change taking plasma from my vein humanity never looked so foreignly strange droopy eyes and crooked frowns furrowed brows or eyes staring down business men, grandmas and thugged
Auntie J
So easy to say, but this has been difficult to write. This is my fifth attempt at something to justify your life. And I won’t even come close. These words are all I have and you taught me that. You
Auntie J
So easy to say, but this has been difficult to write. This is my fifth attempt at something to justify your life. And I won’t even come close. These words are all I have and you taught me that. You
Rhythm
blood dripping from passionate clawing down my inner thighs was lost last nite until i realize your grasp is where i need to sleep these tired eyes the bedposts start screaming for help their hinges loose we all collapse to
Rhythm
blood dripping from passionate clawing down my inner thighs was lost last nite until i realize your grasp is where i need to sleep these tired eyes the bedposts start screaming for help their hinges loose we all collapse to
Nance Omega
When the Nance sings, that raucous corporate getaway will go silent. At least for a thirty seconds. Slowly, you’ll hear foldaway metal chairs creaking, the foamy punch bowl dripdrop-a-dripping, the whimperous screeching of electric guitar feedback building, and the mashing
Nance Omega
When the Nance sings, that raucous corporate getaway will go silent. At least for a thirty seconds. Slowly, you’ll hear foldaway metal chairs creaking, the foamy punch bowl dripdrop-a-dripping, the whimperous screeching of electric guitar feedback building, and the mashing
breach in the bedroom wall
knuckles paint the Carolina blue wall red screams shake the duplex struggles back to the frigid mattress awakes to darkness no recollection of his actions baby cries for silence defeating her purpose cigarette flame momentarily light the shadows as
breach in the bedroom wall
knuckles paint the Carolina blue wall red screams shake the duplex struggles back to the frigid mattress awakes to darkness no recollection of his actions baby cries for silence defeating her purpose cigarette flame momentarily light the shadows as
Kokomo-The City of Firsts and like Mike said, the City of Worsts
insanity testosterone overdrive ignorance morals erased police families embarrassed bruises boxing machines arrogance broken bottle ————————— birthday caring friends bliss manners exhibited bartenders family introduced smiles kissing machines content birthday shots ——————————- another nite in Kokomo the gift and the
Kokomo-The City of Firsts and like Mike said, the City of Worsts
insanity testosterone overdrive ignorance morals erased police families embarrassed bruises boxing machines arrogance broken bottle ————————— birthday caring friends bliss manners exhibited bartenders family introduced smiles kissing machines content birthday shots ——————————- another nite in Kokomo the gift and the
Rick Vaughan
can’t afford a tank of gas but I pay for a nite of beers priorities are straight might look into a Schwinn get my paper route back and cruise Kokomo on two wheels four wheels are too many that’s just
Rick Vaughan
can’t afford a tank of gas but I pay for a nite of beers priorities are straight might look into a Schwinn get my paper route back and cruise Kokomo on two wheels four wheels are too many that’s just
tears in my eye
patience is not my game but i’m playing it with you three dates i’ve learned every inch of your frame but haven’t met the inside freshly shaven left me craving to explore more and next thing I know i wake
tears in my eye
patience is not my game but i’m playing it with you three dates i’ve learned every inch of your frame but haven’t met the inside freshly shaven left me craving to explore more and next thing I know i wake
carnies, rednecks and liars
the tables run dry
as i ran wet
check raising
watching the flop sweat
on each
of
their foreheads
they mutter
“he’s gay”
as i take
their weekly pay
they go home to work one out
while a beauty
next to me
i lay
their ignorance
only fuels
my instinctive fire
carnies, rednecks and liars
this is my quagmire
but the wallet
feels good
Dylan playing on my invisible I-Pod
Lilly, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts
“i wish a motherfucker would!”
carnies, rednecks and liars
the tables run dry
as i ran wet
check raising
watching the flop sweat
on each
of
their foreheads
they mutter
“he’s gay”
as i take
their weekly pay
they go home to work one out
while a beauty
next to me
i lay
their ignorance
only fuels
my instinctive fire
carnies, rednecks and liars
this is my quagmire
but the wallet
feels good
Dylan playing on my invisible I-Pod
Lilly, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts
“i wish a motherfucker would!”
meringue on your thigh
sweet ashley, finally made a move fifteen years late.
Rats, Trash and Eroding Diapers
Drowning in the slums of apathy Life jacket rapidly deflating Sliding from my slim chest Rats, trash and eroding diapers Shit my system now inhales Always horrible in swim class Now my breaststroke hampered by thick, toxic sewage Struggling towards
Rats, Trash and Eroding Diapers
Drowning in the slums of apathy Life jacket rapidly deflating Sliding from my slim chest Rats, trash and eroding diapers Shit my system now inhales Always horrible in swim class Now my breaststroke hampered by thick, toxic sewage Struggling towards
What’s in a Name
Unattainable Romeo Juliet “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by another name would smell as sweet?” Montague Capulet “Oh my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck’d the honey of my breath. Hath had no power
What’s in a Name
Unattainable Romeo Juliet “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by another name would smell as sweet?” Montague Capulet “Oh my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck’d the honey of my breath. Hath had no power
Sweet Disposition
biting my tongue wasting my time wanting your heart I’m spoiled and stubborn hate sharing it with another Deceit is a new sin for me, but I’ve mastered the rest. So let’s go behind his back, that proves your trustworthiness.
Sweet Disposition
biting my tongue wasting my time wanting your heart I’m spoiled and stubborn hate sharing it with another Deceit is a new sin for me, but I’ve mastered the rest. So let’s go behind his back, that proves your trustworthiness.
Lost in You
Lost in you. Finding my way was treacherous and I never backtrack. We moved forward together, but never finished hand in hand, it was closer to fist in bedroom wall. Our awkward pace never matched, I never realized it was
Lost in You
Lost in you. Finding my way was treacherous and I never backtrack. We moved forward together, but never finished hand in hand, it was closer to fist in bedroom wall. Our awkward pace never matched, I never realized it was
Speaker Box
still working on some new pieces, but i had a request for an old one from St. Patty’s Day in 2008.
Speaker Box
still working on some new pieces, but i had a request for an old one from St. Patty’s Day in 2008.
The Need for Rest
Rolled out and saw dawn’s bright grey, one spin from dizzy Walked to the living room lit a cig, took two drags, nearly puked Slight static tingle morphed to full on aura that zapped my entire nervous system Nature’s own
The Need for Rest
Rolled out and saw dawn’s bright grey, one spin from dizzy Walked to the living room lit a cig, took two drags, nearly puked Slight static tingle morphed to full on aura that zapped my entire nervous system Nature’s own
Preprocessor
Hello World It’s me, Seventy- four Out from behind mDesk You might rec ognize me with my shoulders like this who knew i would walk out and sing, dag, yo i like it out here the wheels and the trees
Preprocessor
Hello World It’s me, Seventy- four Out from behind mDesk You might rec ognize me with my shoulders like this who knew i would walk out and sing, dag, yo i like it out here the wheels and the trees
Aight Kid…
Kid what is up Where u been Heard u were stuck in a rut Time to check your gut and see if u have the will to succeed The desire to breath Stand up and achieve Ur greater goals and
Aight Kid…
Kid what is up Where u been Heard u were stuck in a rut Time to check your gut and see if u have the will to succeed The desire to breath Stand up and achieve Ur greater goals and
scarlet drops
one and a half baby steps from the ledge sixteen and three quarter breathes from impending death another life wasted forty seven feet from painting the snow red with alcohol thinned blood from my beanie covered forehead flowing scarlet drops
scarlet drops
one and a half baby steps from the ledge sixteen and three quarter breathes from impending death another life wasted forty seven feet from painting the snow red with alcohol thinned blood from my beanie covered forehead flowing scarlet drops
snow angel
just enjoying our extreme snow storm. and maybe the new lady in my life…
pop culture addiction on paper
too much TV, music, sleep and other extracurricular activities this week. they are all to blame for this absurd gem…
pop culture addiction on paper
too much TV, music, sleep and other extracurricular activities this week. they are all to blame for this absurd gem…
i think i saw a UFO last nite
inspired by one of my brother Kurt’s songs
Choose Your Weapon
back in your arms, its cold back in your arms, you sold out who are you now? a pawn in their game oh, you changed your last name thanks for the invite used to start the party now end party
Choose Your Weapon
back in your arms, its cold back in your arms, you sold out who are you now? a pawn in their game oh, you changed your last name thanks for the invite used to start the party now end party
skinny fingers
flash in my eye, skip in my heart stuck on her from the start never fallen like this, somehow i can’t part got me stealing kisses like Ben Harper like Danny Devito from Anne Archer It’s Always Sunny in Phildelphia
skinny fingers
flash in my eye, skip in my heart stuck on her from the start never fallen like this, somehow i can’t part got me stealing kisses like Ben Harper like Danny Devito from Anne Archer It’s Always Sunny in Phildelphia
talking new years wedding blues
wish i had value to someone know i will in my extended run how long will my run be how old will my son be still unborn he’s just like his dad: not breathing and a faceful of sad my
talking new years wedding blues
wish i had value to someone know i will in my extended run how long will my run be how old will my son be still unborn he’s just like his dad: not breathing and a faceful of sad my
95 kisses
hazel eyes for kiss one turning her on with neck kiss number two purring like a cat her nails leave blood trails on his back completely turning the kid on kiss thirteen shades her eyes to a greener tint he licks
95 kisses
hazel eyes for kiss one turning her on with neck kiss number two purring like a cat her nails leave blood trails on his back completely turning the kid on kiss thirteen shades her eyes to a greener tint he licks
jibberish jabbering jerk
four hundred a night priceless throughout the day you’re learning my dreams aren’t cheap struggle to wake the kid deep in REM he encounters vivid viable illusions palm his dome shake his shaggy haired lid twenty-two minutes after the alarm
jibberish jabbering jerk
four hundred a night priceless throughout the day you’re learning my dreams aren’t cheap struggle to wake the kid deep in REM he encounters vivid viable illusions palm his dome shake his shaggy haired lid twenty-two minutes after the alarm
Kokomo Curious
cardboard box under my feet for an ottoman t-shirts stacked on my left dirty laundry on my right beer and whiskey bottles in between two years in this room and more than two tears what’s keeping me here one thousand
Kokomo Curious
cardboard box under my feet for an ottoman t-shirts stacked on my left dirty laundry on my right beer and whiskey bottles in between two years in this room and more than two tears what’s keeping me here one thousand
high road
Frost in the rearview, snow on the shoe. Lonely in the heart, driving drunk from the start. You’re my only destination, drains me when we’re apart. He’s in repair, never stood a girl up, but now Benson’s there. Nothing you
high road
Frost in the rearview, snow on the shoe. Lonely in the heart, driving drunk from the start. You’re my only destination, drains me when we’re apart. He’s in repair, never stood a girl up, but now Benson’s there. Nothing you
wit on your lips, sexy on your hips
freckles on your palm evocative expressions on your face wit on your lips sexy on your hips depth on your personality warmth on your skin love on your grin severity on your seriousness how do I get in when I’m
wit on your lips, sexy on your hips
freckles on your palm evocative expressions on your face wit on your lips sexy on your hips depth on your personality warmth on your skin love on your grin severity on your seriousness how do I get in when I’m
Development Arrested
can’t figure myself out, but somehow you can knew each other since six never knew each other like this MS is a bitch and we both feel that with our mothers death is a motherfucker and it’s killed us both
Development Arrested
can’t figure myself out, but somehow you can knew each other since six never knew each other like this MS is a bitch and we both feel that with our mothers death is a motherfucker and it’s killed us both
Kent ucky
driving with no directional clue Louisville is not covered in Wildcat blue Cardinals can be found in the winter on sweatshirts hats and girls’ pajamas some of these folks are backwards but the younger crowd is fresh sexy females talk
Kent ucky
driving with no directional clue Louisville is not covered in Wildcat blue Cardinals can be found in the winter on sweatshirts hats and girls’ pajamas some of these folks are backwards but the younger crowd is fresh sexy females talk
Finale
not ready to hang out again seems like you’re done too busy for benson as a boyfriend hope you had fun know i did but i fell to hard i was ready to commit, something new for me realizing now
Finale
not ready to hang out again seems like you’re done too busy for benson as a boyfriend hope you had fun know i did but i fell to hard i was ready to commit, something new for me realizing now
Midnight Sunday Perch
stranded on my perch looking over the north side of my city a lonely Maverick light in it’s cellophane box and one swig of Club Reserve in a manufactured bottle studying my latest demise purple blood on my 87 Colts
Midnight Sunday Perch
stranded on my perch looking over the north side of my city a lonely Maverick light in it’s cellophane box and one swig of Club Reserve in a manufactured bottle studying my latest demise purple blood on my 87 Colts
monday detention
another Benson chapter, starting to churn with this character…
billy bigot
this is the character from Awake, young Benson. my friend wants to make an album based on Benson, so you might be reading a few more pieces about him…
billy bigot
this is the character from Awake, young Benson. my friend wants to make an album based on Benson, so you might be reading a few more pieces about him…
poke her face
running the card table down in kentucky it’s actually new albany on the indiana side been playing here since my bloomington days damn that is roland de wolfe good fucking player he’s a traveling pro but can’t handle young benson’s
poke her face
running the card table down in kentucky it’s actually new albany on the indiana side been playing here since my bloomington days damn that is roland de wolfe good fucking player he’s a traveling pro but can’t handle young benson’s
benson’s idiotwind
cant’t handle benson told you you couldn’t an alcoholic a social drinker will never work kent’s trying to change but you didn’t give me a chance too young i’m too old i get it like i said there’s one girl
benson’s idiotwind
cant’t handle benson told you you couldn’t an alcoholic a social drinker will never work kent’s trying to change but you didn’t give me a chance too young i’m too old i get it like i said there’s one girl
carly conundrum
found this one this afternoon in storage. aj, you might recall miss carly, you had a heated debate over brett neckbeard and troy concussion aikman.
carly conundrum
found this one this afternoon in storage. aj, you might recall miss carly, you had a heated debate over brett neckbeard and troy concussion aikman.
Cran Little Dittle
You call it turkey day.
That’s nice, but
for me it’s
still all Barry
FUCK THANKSGIVING, ETC…
FUCK THANKSGIVING. The only day of the year when I feel like a grand-bastard, meaning I don’t have either of my grandpas today. One has passed, love you Papaw, and the other is overtly introverted. Love seeing my grandma, but
FUCK THANKSGIVING, ETC…
FUCK THANKSGIVING. The only day of the year when I feel like a grand-bastard, meaning I don’t have either of my grandpas today. One has passed, love you Papaw, and the other is overtly introverted. Love seeing my grandma, but
The Wind
I cried that day. In the pressence of the grass and sun. Yet still holding my head high. Can I have the Ol’ fore sakin’ dream? My sun pierced tears glowing before me. The saddness has never felt so pure.
The Wind
I cried that day. In the pressence of the grass and sun. Yet still holding my head high. Can I have the Ol’ fore sakin’ dream? My sun pierced tears glowing before me. The saddness has never felt so pure.
Miss Ladd- A Sign…
can’t see the peach until Sunday, but she’s going to be cheering on the Hoosiers Saturday. anyways, this is one to let her know I’ll be thinking about her…
Miss Ladd- A Sign…
can’t see the peach until Sunday, but she’s going to be cheering on the Hoosiers Saturday. anyways, this is one to let her know I’ll be thinking about her…
Crows
I followed 3 Crows hoovering. Time stopped. and I walked with my eyes closed. Not knowing where I was going or where I had been. They got closer and closer. Wanting to see what was on the ground. I climbed to
Crows
I followed 3 Crows hoovering. Time stopped. and I walked with my eyes closed. Not knowing where I was going or where I had been. They got closer and closer. Wanting to see what was on the ground. I climbed to
fast food Benson
Fuck, Arby’s again Kent? Damn, I’m frustrated with fast food, but I’m close to Center Road, they have the freshest roast beef and prettiest girls. On Markland, I found a gnat in my ketchup and the beef smelled rank. Arby’s
fast food Benson
Fuck, Arby’s again Kent? Damn, I’m frustrated with fast food, but I’m close to Center Road, they have the freshest roast beef and prettiest girls. On Markland, I found a gnat in my ketchup and the beef smelled rank. Arby’s
The Fly pounding against the window in the luke warm glow. The thoughts balancing on the bow trapped in a foregin world. Still shivering my bed. Quaking and Turning. When is the fault going to break? Is it Mine. Cold
Question Marks
Southern girl got me messed up. Flirting with other girls, but thinking about you, and only you. Talking to them, all I can picture is you around the rim, lick around the glass, you’re finding my gem. Keep searching, you’re
Question Marks
Southern girl got me messed up. Flirting with other girls, but thinking about you, and only you. Talking to them, all I can picture is you around the rim, lick around the glass, you’re finding my gem. Keep searching, you’re
Jean Rogue
georgia on my mind, where did she come from? south carolina and clemson are second best, but she still digs me. tarheels on my mind, she lets me know when they win, saturday we almost went the opposite of 0-3,
Jean Rogue
georgia on my mind, where did she come from? south carolina and clemson are second best, but she still digs me. tarheels on my mind, she lets me know when they win, saturday we almost went the opposite of 0-3,
Radiant Eyes
red locks, i’ll make your cheeks red, on your dimple spot and i’ll make your bottom hop. radiant eyes, whether you’re mad or i’m ripping your jeans off. damn, i hate this time of the month. pants and sock off,
Radiant Eyes
red locks, i’ll make your cheeks red, on your dimple spot and i’ll make your bottom hop. radiant eyes, whether you’re mad or i’m ripping your jeans off. damn, i hate this time of the month. pants and sock off,
Lights Off
Licking from your pinky toe to your temple, exploring you in the dark. Smooth skin, tastes like a cherry, and feels rare against my skin. Roll me over, take control, amazing on top, still feeling every centimeter of you. Kisses
Lights Off
Licking from your pinky toe to your temple, exploring you in the dark. Smooth skin, tastes like a cherry, and feels rare against my skin. Roll me over, take control, amazing on top, still feeling every centimeter of you. Kisses
The Forbidden Pit of My Georgia Peach
8:59 pm: watching the Hoosiers, she looks good in crimson and cream,
grew up a Clemson fan, but I appreciate the effort.
Meeting friends of mine, discovering me.
In the past, I would be discovering what’s under those jeans.
With you, I want to know about your most vivid dreams,
am I the star or is it someone closer to 19?
You call me the
old man and I rib you back,
just warning you I will be the only man in your new favorite dream.
10:26 pm:
we discuss this year’s team, still love Verdell Jones III.
The Forbidden Pit of My Georgia Peach
8:59 pm: watching the Hoosiers, she looks good in crimson and cream,
grew up a Clemson fan, but I appreciate the effort.
Meeting friends of mine, discovering me.
In the past, I would be discovering what’s under those jeans.
With you, I want to know about your most vivid dreams,
am I the star or is it someone closer to 19?
You call me the
old man and I rib you back,
just warning you I will be the only man in your new favorite dream.
10:26 pm:
we discuss this year’s team, still love Verdell Jones III.
Summer Break Verse Two
I found some old notebooks from IU, so I might be over posting again with some old ones. This was an alternate version of Summer Break (as the title obviously tells you, but I can’t stop typing this sentence now!). New ones are on the way, as I have some newly acquired inspiration…
Summer Break Verse Two
I found some old notebooks from IU, so I might be over posting again with some old ones. This was an alternate version of Summer Break (as the title obviously tells you, but I can’t stop typing this sentence now!). New ones are on the way, as I have some newly acquired inspiration…
The Falling Dream
***This particular note has to do with the infamous ‘falling’ dream. I can remember always being told that if a person has a falling dream and doesn’t jolt themselves awake then that means they had passed away in their sleep. The question I have to that hypothesis is how do they know that? Has there ever been a person to have a falling dream and not jolt themselves awake, yet live to tell about it? Are you really alive or are you dead when you awake from a falling dream
The Falling Dream
***This particular note has to do with the infamous ‘falling’ dream. I can remember always being told that if a person has a falling dream and doesn’t jolt themselves awake then that means they had passed away in their sleep. The question I have to that hypothesis is how do they know that? Has there ever been a person to have a falling dream and not jolt themselves awake, yet live to tell about it? Are you really alive or are you dead when you awake from a falling dream
Madcap Journal Vol. 1
An exercise from one of my writing classes where we chose a song and created our own details of the singer’s feelings. I chose “Shine on Crazy Diamond” and wrote from Syd Barret’s perspective. Volume 2 is still in the works if you like this one…
Madcap Journal Vol. 1
An exercise from one of my writing classes where we chose a song and created our own details of the singer’s feelings. I chose “Shine on Crazy Diamond” and wrote from Syd Barret’s perspective. Volume 2 is still in the works if you like this one…
Hollow Head
Tried working this one for years. Still not happy with the ending. Inspired by a few women I’ve met through my travels.
Hollow Head
Tried working this one for years. Still not happy with the ending. Inspired by a few women I’ve met through my travels.
Greetings, My Sprout
Paul and I, we’ve been hunting for the ice-bellied domino warbler near and around-abouts Cape Spartel, you know, Tangiers, my dear. Progress has been incremental as we have tracked a small flock using Mr. Z’s patented warb-whistler. Yes, Florence, remember
Greetings, My Sprout
Paul and I, we’ve been hunting for the ice-bellied domino warbler near and around-abouts Cape Spartel, you know, Tangiers, my dear. Progress has been incremental as we have tracked a small flock using Mr. Z’s patented warb-whistler. Yes, Florence, remember
Damned Postal Service
Here is a new one finally, and I’m still working out the kinks…
Walden Emergence
You made me
flash on Walden
that look upon
your face…
Absorption
2003-2005. Picture jealous towels who won’t stop watching your every move…
The Bedroom Abyss
Another old one from 2004/2005. Picture an evening with a bi-polar vampire lady friend!
The Bedroom Abyss
Another old one from 2004/2005. Picture an evening with a bi-polar vampire lady friend!
Summer/Mother Break
This is from the summer of 2003. I rushed home to Kokomo from IU when my mother suffered a stroke on July 4th (I still hate that holiday!). Years later, the doctors discovered it was M.S. But this poem explains my emotions when I first arrived and she was in a coma. Just pure emotion and hope it translates…
Summer/Mother Break
This is from the summer of 2003. I rushed home to Kokomo from IU when my mother suffered a stroke on July 4th (I still hate that holiday!). Years later, the doctors discovered it was M.S. But this poem explains my emotions when I first arrived and she was in a coma. Just pure emotion and hope it translates…
Burdon’s Burden
A story of Eric Burdon, the lead singer of the Animals and War. Always loved the Animals song, “The House of the Rising Sun.” Although it’s a cover of an old folk song, I wanted to elaborate on the song’s dynamics as if they happened to Burdon personally. I’ve always wanted to add more about his father, so there might be from Burdon’s Burden in the future.
Burdon’s Burden
A story of Eric Burdon, the lead singer of the Animals and War. Always loved the Animals song, “The House of the Rising Sun.” Although it’s a cover of an old folk song, I wanted to elaborate on the song’s dynamics as if they happened to Burdon personally. I’ve always wanted to add more about his father, so there might be from Burdon’s Burden in the future.
Gere Curam Mei Finis
They gave us a quick look of where we had to go from the top of the mountain, then blindfolded us and threw us out into the darkness. It took us a while before we decided on a small path
Gere Curam Mei Finis
They gave us a quick look of where we had to go from the top of the mountain, then blindfolded us and threw us out into the darkness. It took us a while before we decided on a small path
Uprising
Rolling and twisting in the warm night It wrestles out from under my watch Scratching, swinging specific with fury and he looms Smiling that monster has no pointed teeth But he but it will reap the carrots And waking angry
Uprising
Rolling and twisting in the warm night It wrestles out from under my watch Scratching, swinging specific with fury and he looms Smiling that monster has no pointed teeth But he but it will reap the carrots And waking angry
Knight’s Corner
I don’t know how I am going to live without Knight’s Corner. I heard the news they were closing yesterday and was almost reduced to tears. I have always taken pride in frequenting the little gas station/deli/bait shop/grocery. I couldn’t tell
Knight’s Corner
I don’t know how I am going to live without Knight’s Corner. I heard the news they were closing yesterday and was almost reduced to tears. I have always taken pride in frequenting the little gas station/deli/bait shop/grocery. I couldn’t tell
Boy
There is no castor oil to purge this sweet disease called you. In my stomach, steel wire, hypodermic thin, like the hair starting to poke through the blonde around your temples, filters acid to my blood. Mandragora, Amanita, Belladonna, Teonanácatl,
Boy
There is no castor oil to purge this sweet disease called you. In my stomach, steel wire, hypodermic thin, like the hair starting to poke through the blonde around your temples, filters acid to my blood. Mandragora, Amanita, Belladonna, Teonanácatl,
Weekender
Dear Kingsley, I was ironing my slacks earlier (LOLLZ, WUWT-maid suing for harrassment) when an astonishing bit of inspiration struck. I bought a house out on the Camans some odd years ago and have yet to visit it! Pack your
Sometimes the Boar Eats You
Dearest Angeline, On the 12th of May, pack your essentials and the board the train to Calvington. You’ll pack seven bathing suits, whereas my cunning self shall pack none. Note that we shall spend one week with the Livington-Grambles and
Sometimes the Boar Eats You
Dearest Angeline, On the 12th of May, pack your essentials and the board the train to Calvington. You’ll pack seven bathing suits, whereas my cunning self shall pack none. Note that we shall spend one week with the Livington-Grambles and
Cicles
Snow slides in fatside funnel dance. Please somebody and tell the birds And the salt man too Yesterday and tomorrow are similar; not same My apologies to beaks A butterfly bruise for your bicep or mine might not cut it
Cicles
Snow slides in fatside funnel dance. Please somebody and tell the birds And the salt man too Yesterday and tomorrow are similar; not same My apologies to beaks A butterfly bruise for your bicep or mine might not cut it
Fishy Circumstances
October 18, 2008—Salem Asylum “Mr. Montgomery!” Janice Airworthy exclaimed with overdone delight. “We hoped you’d be here today. We need your assistance with Ms. Trent’s cell again.” Chester Montgomery had never understood why Janice felt the need to speak in
Fishy Circumstances
October 18, 2008—Salem Asylum “Mr. Montgomery!” Janice Airworthy exclaimed with overdone delight. “We hoped you’d be here today. We need your assistance with Ms. Trent’s cell again.” Chester Montgomery had never understood why Janice felt the need to speak in
Brewster Revisited
Brewster’s hand is unconventional. It was maligned during the liberations of Vietnam and Kuwait. His weekends are as complex as most — coffee, morning news, pop tarts, grocery store, post office, couch, Montel, Taco Bell, skin sites, beer, bed. He
Brewster Revisited
Brewster’s hand is unconventional. It was maligned during the liberations of Vietnam and Kuwait. His weekends are as complex as most — coffee, morning news, pop tarts, grocery store, post office, couch, Montel, Taco Bell, skin sites, beer, bed. He
Yanstebangus: Poll Position, Part 4: Novelty
To long-time fans, new readers, and disclaimer geeks, one and all, welcome. You may ask “why” after reading this gratuitous post. Let’s suffice to say it’s because someone’s got to bring the quality of writing down around here, and I
Yanstebangus: Poll Position, Part 4: Novelty
To long-time fans, new readers, and disclaimer geeks, one and all, welcome. You may ask “why” after reading this gratuitous post. Let’s suffice to say it’s because someone’s got to bring the quality of writing down around here, and I
Yanstebangus: Poll Position, Part 3 (Generation Why)
I looked up, and, to my shock and dismay, my ex-wife was there. “Geez,” I said, “first, no pudding at lunch and now this. What’s the matter, overdrawn at the blood bank?”
Yanstebangus: Poll Position, Part 3 (Generation Why)
I looked up, and, to my shock and dismay, my ex-wife was there. “Geez,” I said, “first, no pudding at lunch and now this. What’s the matter, overdrawn at the blood bank?”
Mala In Se
Right now, your ice cold fingertips are the only thing between me and certain death. Ironically, the only thing between you and certain continued survival is… me. In retrospect, I actually don’t know exactly where I went wrong. Somewhere along
Mala In Se
Right now, your ice cold fingertips are the only thing between me and certain death. Ironically, the only thing between you and certain continued survival is… me. In retrospect, I actually don’t know exactly where I went wrong. Somewhere along
Yanstebangus: Poll Position, Part 2 (Subterfuge In D Minor)
Obsidian. That must have been what the walls were covered with in the stairwell. The steps themselves were black granite, filled with light and dark shades of gray pebbles. They were cut square and polished to a mirror finish. The
Yanstebangus: Poll Position, Part 2 (Subterfuge In D Minor)
Obsidian. That must have been what the walls were covered with in the stairwell. The steps themselves were black granite, filled with light and dark shades of gray pebbles. They were cut square and polished to a mirror finish. The
Rehearsal: There Will be Mud
Father Kaveatz stood at the window of his rectory bedroom, staring out across the yard through his weathered Galilean binoculars. He smiled knowingly at the cloud of dirt far in the distance. “They’ll be men yet,” he sighed, elbowing me
Rehearsal: There Will be Mud
Father Kaveatz stood at the window of his rectory bedroom, staring out across the yard through his weathered Galilean binoculars. He smiled knowingly at the cloud of dirt far in the distance. “They’ll be men yet,” he sighed, elbowing me
Currency
Cast iron confident little soldiers in white polo shirts and grey slacks stomped across a grassy pasture. The football marched back and forth in a cloud of mud and soot. Traffic sped by the chicken wire fence. Honks and screeching
Currency
Cast iron confident little soldiers in white polo shirts and grey slacks stomped across a grassy pasture. The football marched back and forth in a cloud of mud and soot. Traffic sped by the chicken wire fence. Honks and screeching
On the Origin of Bee
I’m from The Valley, By the light of the moon. I am from the Chair of Knight, and a mostly Mozart morning, And a Rugrats tent—the scene of the crime. I’m from hemadsorption and tiny bubbles, And wanting to know
On the Origin of Bee
I’m from The Valley, By the light of the moon. I am from the Chair of Knight, and a mostly Mozart morning, And a Rugrats tent—the scene of the crime. I’m from hemadsorption and tiny bubbles, And wanting to know
Bloomingtown August
So much to do So need to focus So need a plan So much furniture to move So many walls to wash So many knick knacks to dust So much to sweep So much to toss So much to lay
Bloomingtown August
So much to do So need to focus So need a plan So much furniture to move So many walls to wash So many knick knacks to dust So much to sweep So much to toss So much to lay
Lament for Mamaw
Some of the things we did when I was little would probably horrify Child Protective Services. Car wheels on a gravel road, I remember vividly being four years old sitting on the arm rest of a 69 Plymouth whose floorboards
Lament for Mamaw
Some of the things we did when I was little would probably horrify Child Protective Services. Car wheels on a gravel road, I remember vividly being four years old sitting on the arm rest of a 69 Plymouth whose floorboards
Just Because
or, Sum Up Summertime, Poetically Licensed Sing-Song Meter Edit Just because it’s summer, there’s not always a last rose Baseballs fly into bats, and bats fill up on mosquitoes Camping corpses marinate in DEET, but still they are a-slappin’ Pedro’s
Just Because
or, Sum Up Summertime, Poetically Licensed Sing-Song Meter Edit Just because it’s summer, there’s not always a last rose Baseballs fly into bats, and bats fill up on mosquitoes Camping corpses marinate in DEET, but still they are a-slappin’ Pedro’s