Sunday, June 30, 2013

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Blast through the shades
Like some magnetic grenade

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Thursday, June 13, 2013

But I drove by
He was a nice guy
On the on ramp
lay the remains of
his suit-tie

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Friday, June 7, 2013

Nuclear bottomed,
Ballistic bombs,
Raised to graze,
Born to run,
Get rid of reality,
And I'll have more fun.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013


Riddled rhythmic
Repetitive rage,
Low potency,
Born to bastardize
For my pin point personality.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Do You Really Want to Know How I Feel?

Cut doSwn crime,
Lemnon and lime.
Lift me up,
Just today.
Tourg not a problem, but

Sunday, June 2, 2013

There are moths again.
Thy flutter and flick
against the bedroom
They flutter and flicker
like halogen vamps.
After work they lay
dead in sleep,
the sun has come
So they bake in
the heat.
Carcasses of dead ones
litter the floor,
so many moths
I can't open the door.
each is my pet
and my pets I do
So many moths
tangled in carpet,
in lampshades,
and wooden tables.
They fly through the smoke
and land in the tray,
Those goddamn moths,
Won't they please stay away?

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Dead cactus root
My true fellows
Dead cactus root