Anh Zac

The Doors

Late nights unfold like poorly dealt Poker hands w/ commercials breaking up shows and young women with desirable flesh held up by high heels sliding down poles hoping for some Washingtons and Lincoln...
Posted by Anh Zac on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 01:18:00 PST

On Writing

Since the year 2000, I have been writing. Out of the 150 poems I wrote that year, I only kept 1. The first poem I ever wrote. It is bubbling with mad emotion and every time I read it, I feel proud of ...
Posted by Anh Zac on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 09:35:00 PST

American Li[f]e

I've lived as the young pubescent boywhose first excitement was splurged over a late-night Girls Gone Wild commercialafter having those hormonal wildfiressimmered down along with failed hopesof rubbin...
Posted by Anh Zac on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 08:55:00 PST

This is Goodbye [Final Edition]

We get olderand happen to frequent thehallways of memorymore often,I know this as the poetwho drinks his beers tucked inbrown paper bagsand can't get hard if my cock knowsI'm wearing the rub...
Posted by Anh Zac on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 05:14:00 PST

Getting Fisted

    In the past few months, a series of fellow writers or fans of the written word have added me based upon their liking of just one miserable fucking poem on my blog, only to follow my...
Posted by Anh Zac on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 08:47:00 PST

Dirge

I walked through the indefinite the forgottentrying to replace inside this mind of mineall the namesdefacedoff grave monumentsall the moments the happy placesI grabbed my shovelstarted digging drycrac...
Posted by Anh Zac on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 07:30:00 PST

Life and Death

Whoever said suicide ispainlessHell bares its teethwhile we take changes,the past is never yesterdaywhen tomorrow remainsaimless...Whoever said life goes onsamenessconsumes the daily process,does life...
Posted by Anh Zac on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 01:26:00 PST

Pressure

Shake a cock for awhileit wants to vomitlike the fat kid at the amusement parkwho eats a buffetthen rides the wildest rideand nobody gets thisbecause this is how I writewhere the other poetstry to cre...
Posted by Anh Zac on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 06:25:00 PST

Mad World

See the news this morning, did you?Jesus... walked right in the classroomhammer cocked, hating eyes lockedfired off his shotskids screamed before posters of Americans who once dreamedcustodian came in...
Posted by Anh Zac on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 09:06:00 PST

Sleeping with Poets

Poets ah poetsbegging head now I get it later,TV aerials crackle natural disasters, phone sex too,too much hassleI ride my golden pterodactylover the waters oiledthe lubes you usefor no fucks too actu...
Posted by Anh Zac on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 08:05:00 PST