My Prescription Pills Come in Packs of Ten

We soak---the solvent yet quickens our rot Fresh dope strikes the vein in suburbia Chemic’ly warm---to forget your life’s lot Softest venom begets…


Scenes from PissEarth 2025

"Our Motto is DYSTOPIA NOW!" was scraped into the wall above the wire-strewn worktable. Every other wall in the room was covered in sound-absorbing…


Paranoia, Like Violence, is Always Justified

Perfectly Silent but something’s unstill A motion unseen, only felt by the skilled A twitch--- A turn This is a dance No one feels safe but there’s…


Urbane Zoology, Wroth Anthropology

Now we see that last maggot-man, his kin shall not expire so long as Culture’s rotting corpse his gluttony inspires! Born in the foetid, urbane place…