Letters written |
It has been too long, I apologize. Much has changed here. Bret was forced to leave East Village because of some unknown drama. The cafe did not have the same appeal after his departure to another c... Posted by on Sat, 21 Nov 2009 18:44:00 GMT |
Dearest of Dreary Dears |
I sing to you on stage, my muse...You, who has inspired the wind of my poetic passionAs well as a bullet in my soul.Would it ease you to know how troubled my rest has become?You, who has taken the sor... Posted by on Thu, 01 Oct 2009 00:09:00 GMT |
Chew and Swallow |
So, I was watching the movie, "Cloudy with a slight chance of Meatballs". And somehow I thought of the Valley. You see, I was soo hungry after watching the movie-- with huge ass pieces of meat and I... Posted by on Mon, 21 Sep 2009 17:44:00 GMT |
Pirates of Big Sur |
Ferns crunch under the boots of madmen as they bounced aroun the mountainside.Shades with eyes that swim through the darkness were the cougars crouch in the laurel.See the plumes of hot breath from gn... Posted by on Tue, 01 Sep 2009 13:14:00 GMT |
An ADHD Moment |
An aging man sat at a table drinking his morning brew,Mumbling to himself what he really meant to say.This is what happens when the music stops--The mind rolls and backflips over and over itself likeA... Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 01:25:00 GMT |
Lonely Heart Hotel |
I listen to the stupid fuckSeparated by sheetrock andA painting of a mountain stream.Water condenses on a glass ofDiet Pepsi and drips down the side toA ring pool at the base.There is nothing on T.V.T... Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 23:12:00 GMT |
Realizations |
Growing up is hard to do, espicially when one has done soo many goodly deeds that enable a sense of self rightousness. There comes a time when self reflection becomes as monotonous and habitual ... Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 17:07:00 GMT |
High Velocity Hand Rest |
Why do buns inspire such joy?No matter the shape or size...Both sexes butt watching!With their beady little booty eyes.It will take a firm grasp to control oneself fromThe power of its sway--Dairy-air... Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 15:47:00 GMT |
Ode to a dog named Felon |
Someone get this mutt off my leg!White foam and gnawing--Where the Alvarado Rats scamper aroundStreetsigns with their own Tobacco Tax."Dude, can I bum a smoke?"One butt is split in dried seagull shit ... Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 15:31:00 GMT |
P.S. |
I slipped past the cotton feilds one nightSlithering like a gopher snake downBlacktop hay-littered roads.Under Orion, silently...The hum of the Ford Probe at 3200 RPM's.In darkness the deamon called--... Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 15:09:00 GMT |