Collection of writings from Fuck Face Fist aka Johnny Bukkake aka Leopold Loveknot |
The color of binaryIf stars are pairedgravity takes careslinging celestial dustlike a tart's long hairIn the galactic factoryThe dead are used as feedMother looks over alland listens to every needThe ...
Posted by Saint Never on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 09:28:00 PST |
The Almost Blog |
There were a lot of words I had put together in my head for this place in the ether. They are still there; calling my many names begging to be released. Metaphor and pataphor, simile and hyperbole all...
Posted by Saint Never on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 09:18:00 PST |
Polymouth Synthesis and the Prodigal Son of Stoddard County |
Have I lips on every side?My mouth hurts like it.Facets. Hmmpf. Gushing wrong-ways and long-wise from a thousands lips covering a minor surface. I have the face of minor. Majors envy me. Players scoff...
Posted by Saint Never on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 09:13:00 PST |
Sloppy haiku; Getting it on ya. |
Sput, sput, sputteringcar is running out of gasBaby, we will walkArizona airor the canyons in Utahbreathtaking like youPale pink/purple lipsthe smell of sandalwood androsehips make me dreamTasting my ...
Posted by Saint Never on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 09:34:00 PST |
POEM-"Sonic Solstice" |
He was peace to eyesraged turmoil between his earsShe wrote him off before he'd ever died.Murder? Nah, suicide.She confused herself half the timealways tripped over the best footnever able to put it f...
Posted by Saint Never on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 08:46:00 PST |
