Doubt not the geometers of spiders and gods They’ve directed us to the incorrect rock So we pray the … More
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Abandon. Azimuth. Now.
Take your mayor w you Your pimps Your whores Your professors Your baseball scores “Welcome to the wood-chipper” Same … More
My brother was killed tending his hives
Artillery among the apiaryBeekeeper become bullet-catcher
Peter Pan ate our family
It is a matter of what to be used for. What will one be used for Chris as terrible spirit … More
Vampyra holler-hawks hand-jobs at the horse-race hoe-down
Vampyra holler-hawks handjobs Like them Pabst Blue Ribbon jerks To them underage Cracker Jack kids Still in hock to their hands Through … More
Vampyra drinks dangerous tea
Gargantua vampyra Rubs the femoral-vein Of her shrapnel side of beef Lolls That city-block Slab o’ tongue Over the icy … More
Insensible their overgrown hooves
Dessicated, Cheerleaders Shod in spikes Insensible, Their hypertensive hooves
Welcome to the wood-chipper (ded to ZdlR)
Take your mayor w you Your pimps Your whores Your civil engineers Your baseball scores “Welcome to the wood-chipper” … More
Doctor, astrophysicist n a tree walk into a bar during the pandemic
The astrophysicist epiphanised that “nebulae expand, not rotate, motherfucker” The good doctor reported that we are star-dust The astrophysicist felt … More
Of crows the left-behind
This winter sees the bitternings of crows the left-behind of crows unsuited for flight of crows ill-equipped for animosity of … More
laVidaCode: studbook
“` bash Fri Apr 14 14:50:11 ~/studbook (master *) $ node db/seed.js right above var HorseSchema about to do mongoo.Promise … More
Enrique Caruso, doom-bird of Mayfair
ok, not so much singing, it was Enrique Caruso, the insane brain-battered red cardinal who every sunrise sunset flies straight … More
Joe, NPO
cloverleaving through the night cleaving unto what’s right seething is disbelieving: – they chickens , they goats – “don’t trust … More
The man w the moth in his mouth
The man w the moth in his mouth
The colt-leggèd girls
The colt-leggèd girls, never see the dawn
The heifers in curls
The heifers in curls See always the dawn, Bolt-on Spray-on Turnbuckled their pearls
Children that come without blame
The pretty brown-haired blue-eyed debutante in the walker: You could put it down to a skiing accident But it’s August … More
Feathers from plenty war bonnets
We watch palsied pickpocket partridges pluck feathers from plenty war bonnets
Hats that hang like crimes confessed
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 man w the moth at his throat
Like the little girl loved a horse
The woman in the Jim Dandy Bar, w her bloodstain of an eruption, of a fascinator, crisis, of a hat; … More
Kerosene tits set to ignite
Them ladies w smiles peeled personal-trainer tight, kerosene tits set to ignite, their husbands a-strafe their bedroom superfund site
Them high-heeled
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
Them high-heeled little girls, sure, sure, their hope-chest hymens come high-five unhinged.
Children, take your places
Watching all the young Turks playing grownup in grownup clothes w grown up cigars & hats
Well-heeled hornets stillborn
All them well-heeled hornets w hummingbird legs and their stillborn eggs
I mistook César for Jésus
We all get one very stupid fucking lieutenant
At one point, we each of us get one very stupid fucking lieutenant. The unreachable one. The unteachable one. The … More
Sevilla #5: Manuel Escribano, #3: #84, LIMEÑO Came the lightning.
This bull, he bellow his death. This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee. This bull he tell … More
Sevilla #4: Pepe Moral, #2. #61, LIMOSNERO
For this bull: 1. Death, he take his time. 2. Death, he file his nails. 3. Death, he take a … More
Sevilla: I will make you shit your breeches
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
What troubles the mule less the fetid, the loiter, the faeces, the longing, the foul-breath, the larceny of death … … More
Sevilla: The elephant he come for the bull
The elephant he come for the bull the nod of heads, the “ Okay, my friend … “ the trunk … More