On the Lamb
It looks so dramatic.
I lined it all up like I wanted to really enjoy it.
A hot bath.
Two fresh Miller Lites.
A pipe stuffed with weed.
A book for my short attention span.
Creation is Best Bound
Put me on the mantle; spread me open over tea …
We’re All Going to Die on the Toilet
So many substances.
The uppers
The downers
The in-betweeners.
An Elvis Cocktail of everyday kitchen cabinet junk.
Doom & Poon
She said, “You bring the poon, we’ll bring the doom.”
She was always down for trouble.
Always in some kind of it.
Wishful thinking
“Take me back to oblivious January[…] A time full of daydreams and restless nights”
Letters on Love
Self begins exactly like that paragraph ended … with a question, an inevitably shifting question and outcome.
Sainted
I ain’t never been pure white. But I sure as hell ain’t bloodied and scared beyond the usual.
Mother Mo(u)rningstar
I’d sing for you… If i had a better time off this page. Scream to see it through…
Living in a Nightmare
Murder and genocide are NOT patriotism. It’s dominance. Erasure is a play on power, and America does the shit well.
Hazy, I Pee, Eh?
Life comes clearer on a hot, hazy summer day.
Sunburnt shoulders hunched from carrying the weight of the world
And the weight of your child and his laughter.
My Best Drinking Buddies Have Joined AA
My best drinking buddies have joined AA,
given up the bottle, sobered up, gotten on the wagon
without falling off.
Las Vegas Tour Company
on the corner
of Casino Center and Colorado with the studded thongs and the leashes around their slim necks and those high- waisted hot-pants hiked up to that sinched waist terrified by the possibility of beauty, while forgetting what
it might
be
...slowly
losing
life
Cruelest Curse
Cruelest Curse
Poem About My Mother
When the Fascists Come
The Holy Effing Balance
A semi-poetic, unfocused, whiskey-soaked rant about the sweet spot between isms and that our choices in ideologues is a pack of false shaman preaching horseshit.
The Government is Lying to You and Trying to Kill You (or, I Tried to Write an Aubade but Wrote This Instead)
If the government doesn’t kill me
I’ll choke on my own bile
Alone, forsaken, reviled.
ICE is Not Nice / Make Them Go Away
Jake and Caroline’s first date was at The Whistler. They talked about Ronnie, how much they loved The Diplomat, and debated the better ride-share service, Uber or Lyft. She was Uber, he was Lyft. They got wasted on Sazeracs and had sex at her apartment. It was incredible for both of them. Caroline stopped taking sex advice from Ronnie.