It is a matter of what to be used for. What will one be used for Chris as terrible spirit … More
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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
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
April lost her mind, 3 birds dead, raining
This April rain foetus birds on our front porch Poorly-inflated balloons Their fledgling claws and yellow smiles half-baked Turnèd ever upward … 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
Sometimes we have to decide, is all
Someone really should update this. Make a better one. Add ASTRO BIRDY FRODO JASPER SOPHIE
Tailing that black dog them game trails very black night
In Lightfoot, Virginia Those child-bearing days That black dog and I rode them game trails out back, lights-free, blackout-drive She … 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
Ally-dog and I rode the game trails out back, lights-free, blackout-drive
In Lightfoot, Virginia Those child-bearing days Ally-dog and I rode the game trails out back, lights-free. She led. I followed. … More
Daughter yours, bolt-action god ours
The breech, the block, the betrothal Your sunless daughter Our bolt-action god What’s done is done Inshallah
Joe, NPO
cloverleaving through the night cleaving unto what’s right seething is disbelieving: – they chickens , they goats – “don’t trust … More
Sharia, baklava
Sharia-to-go All the justice that she can afford All the justice afforded by the lash Render unto her the word … More
Yield thee a mantis of bother
We are hornets bred w scorpion genesHornet father, scorpion motherGuard your daughtersYield thee a mantis of bother
The rot so quiet
The pull So glacier The rot So quiet .
Bamboo refused the stand upright
Bamboo refused the stand upright Relief in the voices of Of birds and bees Who no longer alight .
Hackles in the twister
Hackles in the twister there She snaps She sails Her teeth bare .
Into the ship’s screw
The breach dolphin navy-grey Took her final purposeful exhale Into the ship’s screw, The whale .
Death of a family dog
The black dog Took her blue death in Stun-brown Texas .
Sparrow at a bullfight
Sparrow at a bullfight On that blade Dragonfly Alight .
They shall gaunten like a feral cat
salmon shall run no more bears shall sit their haunches eddies shall pass them by they shall fish no more … More
Elephant, walk on by
elephant, listen for the change follow watchfully behind bury your dead gather sticks walk on by her bowerbird grave
Daughters buried like dirty cicadas
Daughters forced underground like dirty cicadas
Like any poisoned goat
We shall excrete your brood Our haunches down Our knees bowed Our eyes screwed Like any colic mule Like any … More
Madrasa-mutton, seared
This madrasa-mutton, seared Swing Sleep Spin On skewers run-through
Raised among pomegranates
We harry hornets to hystericsWe poison scorpions w their own eggsThis generation raised among pomegranates must die
Cicadas n otro sacrifices
Oh, sure, you salted cicadasWe, scorpionsWe, expect a yield We harried hornets to hysterics to a blind hate We poisoned … More
Oh, sure, your soldiers salted cicadas
Oh, sure, your soldiers salted cicadas As with our poppies Nonetheless We, scorpions We expect a yield
As you would any sparrow
Father You should kill me as you would any sparrow Bury me in your garden Daughter
Pulls fire like teeth from the earth
Miners unmoored, swim about their rib cages,Pilot-fish blind,They search for sensible wallsthat whisper: “Yours, the falling, has ended” Weary waitresses … More
Kermit the Frog, Cicada Phil
This just in! your reporter Kermit The Frog, dateline: Columbia: like any, every, cock-blocked, Sriracha-sodden troubadour at sunrise, Cicada Phil … More
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