Pornographers On Strike. |
My friend has a tragically hip,he hops along,like a crocodile,on a broken pogo stick.My cat looks at me funny,and I'm afraid.And this is what its like-When pornographers go on strike.Clearly,WEs
Posted by on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 03:09:00 GMT |
The Weird Feeling |
Coughing,Its the first ciggarette of the day,and the weird feeling appears.Dreams,follow me,into the day,like a horny bumblebee-until I shake awake.I see the Blue smoke,and smell "burned butter" finge...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 22:00:00 GMT |
Paranoid Numerologist. |
I quietly shut the door,standing in the dark,perfume still hangs in the air,from the visitor who just left my heart-But I'm not sad.I tie tales together,like a paranoid numerologist,and all the ugly w...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 18:17:00 GMT |
King of the Clothesline. |
Balenced on the tip of a sword,one crooked eye to the boiling sky,the other one on the Lord.I'm the king of the clothesline,the afterdark mind,the profound in the mundane,the soul.Buckets,warped and y...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 01:43:00 GMT |
Falling off my bike. |
Way smarter than me,special,her blurry lines,and awkward legs,are the stuff of first sex fantasy.A Blue river,under my skin,shudders like a shaken spear,from heart to head.Smoke,and pines,and wa...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 21:58:00 GMT |
Weapons grade love. |
I can't make love,Or orgasm,In the presence of a ghost.I lost my body,And my baby,Now I'm too old,For mating rituals-From the herd I've been culled,By your weapons grade love.WEs
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 17:48:00 GMT |
The Alcoholic Dawn (my fear of death.) |
I wish I was a gangster-A real hard-on,Lying awake,In the alcholic dawn.Mouth to asshole,I hear the songs of the bastards,for the diseased and the rent controlled,the harpy, a jaunty piano plays,On an...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 05:22:00 GMT |
Lyrics to AssOul |
Beneath the dark heavens,I hang my head low.I passed the cup,and I picked up the bowl.Now I'm moving in and outof my self...Just like a soul.Beneath the broken bridge,I sit like a troll-hand rolling c...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 02:45:00 GMT |
Little Pigs (My comments on the San Diego Club Scene) |
Scrape,and dig,little pig,with gold in your snout.Say hello,from southern california!They've got the formula:Bleached hair,bald pussy,enormous sunglasses,white anus,white teeth,can make the ugliest pi...
Posted by on Fri, 25 May 2007 00:38:00 GMT |
Things that happen in nature. |
Hairy moss,and dripping,trickling down.Sweat.On a rock face,Thru the skulls of an old race-pouring down the horn,spilling,letting the dark earth drink it's fill.Willing it to steal.WEs
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 02:47:00 GMT |
