November 29, 2018
The Wrath of the Awakened Retard
Whiteness was not part of his blood, He was slow, so it came to him very late, With coin owed to some Mexican, When the Retard began to hate. He was…
November 28, 2018
“Kabuki Underground,” “Kings of Comedy,” “Patriotic Sadism,” and Other Poems
Kabuki Underground I was standing with my pelvis thrust forward; my crotch fit just so at ground zero, facing the Taj Mahal. She seemed to lean into…
November 26, 2018
“Posthuman,” “Nahum,” “What it’s Worth,” and “Thirty Years at Best”
Posthuman Write for your fucking cigarettes and make eye contact with every woman you pass. Take the cheapest parking pass and remind yourself that…
November 23, 2018
Running Through Rumination by Consequences
Now you know I close my eyes in pain, hiding behind eyelids guarding grimaced smiles that remain. My presentiment revealed does not stop my execrate…
November 21, 2018
The Legend of Kana’ti Longfoot
By the time we walked to Ooltewah we knew we had a killer in our midst. When the men went hunting on Lookout Mountain, Brandywine Sue never returned.…
November 20, 2018
“The Bigger World,” “Anvil,” “Regret,” and Other Poems
the bigger world strummer dead and all of the tortured in el salvador and the way that nothing is beautiful in the first grey light of morning the…
November 19, 2018
“Springtime,” “Bored vs. Bored,” and “Demented”
Springtime Drifts of rain cascade lightly over shoulders Of the strolling eco-romanticists; When in smogging London Everything is melting Smog on…
November 14, 2018
“We’re on the Amtrak to Bakersfield,” “Graham Crackers,” and “Her Pain”
We're on the Amtrak to Bakersfield and rushing past prisons and strip malls and the endless farmlands of places I've no interest in the names of. I'm…
November 12, 2018
“AI, AI, AI (A Tartarus for Youth),” “The Spaces in Between,” and “Nothing Lasts”
AI, AI, AI (A Tartarus for Youth) I. AI, AI, AI! Sated with stolen life, emerged from mother’s Night, there is longing to be free from the warmth of…
November 8, 2018
“Marigold” and “Ghosts of November”
Marigold Marigold. Marigold of a crisp autumn morning, sunlight streaming in to light up her fine blond hair. Soft as a feather, translucent downy…