Like any discerning peregrine Your handsome hooded friend bore well away from the black-holes of carrion-crows Your condor sailed not … More
Back when refrigerators were iceboxes, Dad worked for Texas Instruments When station wagons were bandaged in fake wood, Seatbelts never … More
Vampyra holler-hawks handjobs Like them Pabst Blue Ribbon jerks To them underage Cracker Jack kids Still in hock to their hands Through … More
Gargantua vampyra Rubs the femoral-vein Of her shrapnel side of beef Lolls That city-block Slab o’ tongue Over the icy … More
Dessicated, Cheerleaders Shod in spikes Insensible, Their hypertensive hooves
This April rain foetus birds on our front porch Poorly-inflated balloons Their fledgling claws and yellow smiles half-baked Turnèd ever upward … More
The man w the moth in his mouth
The colt-leggèd girls, never see the dawn
The heifers in curls See always the dawn, Bolt-on Spray-on Turnbuckled their pearls
The pretty brown-haired blue-eyed debutante in the walker: You could put it down to a skiing accident But it’s August … More
We watch palsied pickpocket partridges pluck feathers from plenty war bonnets
Birds-o-paradise from brownfields stagger on broken heels, wear hats that hang like crimes confessed, like sodden cigarettes, like tin-snipped ailerons, … More
The man w the moth at his throat
The woman in the Jim Dandy Bar, w her bloodstain of an eruption, of a fascinator, crisis, of a hat; … More
Them ladies w smiles peeled personal-trainer tight, kerosene tits set to ignite, their husbands a-strafe their bedroom superfund site
but the anus still between us, and also with us, father; the rectum pre-speculum the rosebud as yet un-rodded
Them high-heeled little girls, sure, sure, their hope-chest hymens come high-five unhinged.
Watching all the young Turks playing grownup in grownup clothes w grown up cigars & hats
All them well-heeled hornets w hummingbird legs and their stillborn eggs
Ma SITREP: The Savage Bamboo Panda Mob is having a fine, rollicking good time. They strapped on bamboo shoots as … More
The Savage Bamboo Pandas resented Humberto peeking in, all paparazzo, measuring, taking notes. Panda-Wrangler Humberto said “Ohhhh eeeeeeeez gonnna cost … More
This bull, he bellow his death. This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee. This bull he tell … More
For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a … More
I come for you hombrelitos. I call for you by name. I bring to you your shame. I steal from … More
What troubles the mule less the fetid, the loiter, the faeces, the longing, the foul-breath, the larceny of death … … More
The elephant he come for the bull the nod of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk … More
The bull he walk off, like the elephant for his own words, with his own death. The quick understanding the … More
My mouth is a Moorish gate of rhinestones and piercings and spikes.
Our stones shear, like our religions. There’s the catch, the shiver. The believer, he beg for a river.
Gargoyle, hija, come, meet me at mass, where I with flatness of wood shall plan to beat your fungal ass, … More
¡ Yeah, gargoyle ! ¡ Arribasé la cabeza ! Lift high your head ! Prepare to receive the bread, Baked … More
Our stones, they shear, they sheer like our religions.
I, the bull, became more tired than I ever knew was possible to grow tired and so sleepy and they … More