Searching for Tomorrow Night on a broken TV set on Yucca Street |
Above the part of the boulevard where the run down trampled typesshufflewhere suburban knighted motherstake a chance or two, melt linesof appreciation down for pleasureThe wavy lines of a smoggy futur...
Posted by Destroy all Hank Cherries on Sat, 17 May 2008 08:22:00 PST |
The Slender Elegance of A Last Cigarette |
rooftops leave uselessness behindin the fashion of thumpingin tune to the big beatthat bothers littleand shakes the fannies right awaybig beat bashes heads inand fancy boys gulp downtheir pride, douse...
Posted by Destroy all Hank Cherries on Sat, 17 May 2008 04:39:00 PST |
What a lovely way to burn |
I remember she saidcome see the paradisethen swung her hips outfrom underneath of meand ran to the windowall I could make outwere flashing lightsof emergency vehiclesI watched her though, her pearjuic...
Posted by Destroy all Hank Cherries on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 08:54:00 PST |
Jefferson Highway By Proxy |
Telephone call comes inhundredth one since he's downin Baton Rouge.You can strangle yourselfin the acid he's got in himbut not with the telephone cordbecause those days are oversplinters of words sall...
Posted by Destroy all Hank Cherries on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 09:17:00 PST |
Ed’s Academy Award |
this day, your daysomeday soon to be pastbuying 50 bags of dopewith your sancho panzaleft behind as the windmillsturned gasoline on the flames of seizures, boy. impound lots and peppermint stingswhere...
Posted by Destroy all Hank Cherries on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 09:08:00 PST |
In A Soft Explosion |
She left me for a guy that went off to become a vet, and I told Bill, I said, he was an alright drummerand Bill said, no, man, he was not.So I sold corn out of the back of Debbie's truckand her man, B...
Posted by Destroy all Hank Cherries on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 10:02:00 PST |
Do you know the way to the Drugstore? |
Do you account for anythinglike the clovers that sparkled overthe lawn you knew when you were a child, the imperceptiblefeel of seasonslassoing your consciencerendering it impure, but stellarin its ab...
Posted by Destroy all Hank Cherries on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 09:54:00 PST |
Escape From Mission St. |
She sat across the table, eating musselsblue shells she put her olive pits intowhen she was finished saying what she was saying, the last of the rubbery pale yellowmussels sank back behind her teeth."...
Posted by Destroy all Hank Cherries on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 09:46:00 PST |
In The Shade Of The Buffalo Grass |
My great grandfather was an oil field spotter, in Texas, before the depressionAnd what he did was, he'd make himself scarce, at least that's what he made you thinkand sure, it seemed like that at firs...
Posted by Destroy all Hank Cherries on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 09:39:00 PST |
Locusts |
behind the seven eleven storehalf a block before the fear set in no one saw a light in the distancethe hatred of silence lodged behind the muffler by the exhaust pipe the air hotter there at the end o...
Posted by Destroy all Hank Cherries on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 10:44:00 PST |
