THE LOONY JUICE LIFE |
THE LOONY JUICE LIFE I picture her in her mother's nightie as I suck on a bottle in a station bar. Smoke curls up from the ash-tray looking like a ghostly snake. I baked her a cake i...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 07:52:00 GMT |
THE SINGING COCKROACH |
THE SINGING COCKROACHThe stripper with the whip had nipples like nail-heads, tits like bullets and eyes like pips. The drunken scaffolders licked their lips and I acted as though my being there was...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 06:58:00 GMT |
DEMONS ON THE JOB |
DEMONS ON THE JOB I oil my bones with Laughing Brew, I've been living on twigs and offal. The curtains here don't meet in the middle, I watch the weather get wo...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 06:07:00 GMT |
CONFESSIONS OF AN OVERGROWN FOETUS |
CONFESSIONS OF AN OVERGROWN FOETUS
I saved the last dance for a cross-eyed tart who had a fatal heart-attack in my arms.
I lie here in the fluff and filth, a bluebott...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jun 2006 06:22:00 GMT |
