Done Is Done

engine hollarPine tree followKero dash aboutwalkaboutI reach my evening pointEnergetic as an old manRetire before they pass outThere’s a diff. Don’t look at me nonesnide noncommitaldone is doneSet intoneset in stonefeature creaturing

Flow Business

it is said I’m becoming too intimatein my writing on stage and theflow is not what it wasfrom a manwho is himself a showmanwhich is funnybecause you thinkhe’d understand it himself howthe flow doesn’t alwaysappear to flowyou can’t make it sitroll over play deadbe a good boy orstop its true breathit just may expose a…… Continue reading Flow Business


Without computer still, slapping my arms like junkie style… But I have other means of writing still. DC is on its best behaviour with me, friends who are all so open and giving, even an air mild as can be, carrying a mist to keep me awake after an all day mix up of a…… Continue reading Transformations

What I Did

In the dream, I exercised my kinesthetics controlling the movement of oscillating fans. Brought someone into to show my newfound power and could no longer demonstrate. Then I claimed some woman pulled a gun on me. But she did not pull a gun on me. Kids say the darnedest things. In someone else’s dream, I…… Continue reading What I Did

Grey Man

I didn’t get a good look at the fish tank next to me. Hell, I didn’t even notice it. This means I am going to hell. Reality, as exposed by scientists as they bite into it, does not reveal an actual hell realm, other than the seemingly limitless varieties of suffering humans and animals create.…… Continue reading Grey Man

Dream Factory

goth sex twat questionably hetero slave bot dot dot thanks a whole damn lot by the way along the way I like to laugh a lot fountain of youth holocaust the arms of pretties ready to be given attention but not like obsessive attention of course not fine hairs standing up thrust your hands to…… Continue reading Dream Factory


Galveston salt still grinds back there no matter how many times I brush it’s the little town the island fever sponsored by pounding sun the neck line of cancer moving in she says it’s what you’re gonna catch so I sneeze one for the sneezer I know which he’ll appreciate back home drinking that flat…… Continue reading Unshake

Even Empires Expire

after the afternoon tea whatwe will be having isno nap for we know wherethese lead off tothere will be no guessing gamesor hands held out willy nilly andwhen you call thename calls kept downkept low for tea remains dantily still in the air the sweet taste the harsh root fowl and medicinalfire flitted up from…… Continue reading Even Empires Expire