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Oh i remember you … showed me a painting one day ( there is no such dog ) (8/15/2019) - the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee Continue reading →
The red mist, reeled him back in (7/29/2018) -
Soothe the writhing child of panic (12/3/2017) - one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, Continue reading →
Remind me later how much this hurts now (12/3/2017) - The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind Continue reading →
I had a wreck on the street last fall (11/26/2017) - I had a wreck on the street last fall. Cracked the jaw of my fucking helmet I hit so hard. There’s a Continue reading →
Oh, i remember you … showed me a painting one day (11/26/2017) - i am the friend come to you dressed as the enemy whom you recognise when false friends steal your clothes Continue reading →
Boy misses dog, then turn … the whole enchilada (11/26/2017) - the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee Continue reading →
Pain like bands of rain (6/10/2017) - pain like bands o rain spin off a hurricane
Ex post moto (3/29/2016) - “quit moving around or we’ll have to kill you (nurse cratchett) “i hate people when they’re not polite (d byrne) Continue reading →
STFU about WTFO (12/28/2014) - What you see below is my brain-addled, inter-continental world-wide attempt to arm-wrestle, out-fox, discover where sleeps fear. Basement, U.S. eastern Continue reading →
The go-fast gospel (12/28/2014) - It’s not about the got, its about the get. I don’t care where I’m going, just how I get there, Continue reading →
puppy love, my first bike (12/7/2014) - However, let’s take a step back, Grasshopper. You have said: I am in love with my R1200RT … I don’t Continue reading →
Neurological testing on the brain-bucket (7/8/2014) - There’s a picture of Ma cleaning the 3 bloody pins scaffolded on my hand. “When the fuck was that?” Continue reading →
Motorcycle as mirror (7/8/2014) - Over the last 10 years motorcycles took on an increasing role in my life. Five years into this adventure, my Continue reading →
Ballad o’ big-boned Bessie (7/6/2014) - big-boned bessie dun put me out her doorsay “don’t come ‘round here no mo’” if i ketch you crying poor, Continue reading →
Bessie as bull, straight, no chaser (7/6/2014) - Bessie belched up a ripsnort bull she got a ghetto guffaw and a freight train roar she was a big-boned Continue reading →
The girl and the 2-stroke motorcycle (6/29/2014) - she demand the throttle then startle upon the kick
She showed me a painting one day (5/22/2014) - oh, o recognise this this is an old acquaintance with with whom i’d lost touch i remember her face Continue reading →
Erik, they are fast (5/19/2014) - the spurring, the cropping, the cursing, the neck-wrenching the barnfire screams from soft muzzles with big teeth on orange carrots Continue reading →
Against show tunes and pinafores (9/18/2013) - each ride’s a suicide un petit mort of petites fours and inside petty wars against show tunes and pinafores against Continue reading →
Fort McHenry, that brown dog and me after that moment (9/18/2013) - pain like bands o rain spin off a hurricane and no one is safe no constabulary can strafe the stacks Continue reading →
Elephant in room, and on my chest (5/22/2013) - “ that nurse is trying to kill me “ escape “ some of us are decent people who want to Continue reading →
Cur in the sky (5/11/2013) - lightning slick that ambulance ride i cast the cur aside and turned them cattle into the sky
i resisted the coming-to (5/11/2013) - she showed me the moonless nightshe took the metallic snapthe dirt-wasp the bear-trap i resisted the coming-to.
One Wants To Have The Choice (10/27/2012) - fins dorsal and fins subliminal unable to ultimately fight: when one bangs one’s brain one must forever shark forever flight lest the Continue reading →
Bessie as Bull Dyke (9/13/2011) - Bessie belched like a ripsnort bull she got a ghetto guffaw and a freight train roar she was a big-boned Continue reading →