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at what point can you not make it to the car? at what point can you not make it to the car, pragmatically? yes, this is a drunk poem at what point do you sigh and take the needle off the record ‘cuz all is getting carried away? the ice cubes are merged into a…… Continue reading Not The Mat Shot

there is a strangerin the alley down thereI can hear him coughso I can relate…he turns on a strangewhirring little radio and digs a shovel some then more radio…what the hell, I wonder. is he checking meters?what meters?it is Sunday and I’mtoo lazy to get up and see

I’m in a terrible placeyou cancome stay with mein this terrible placeand you will wakeup on your first day spitting on its floor it will turn your stomachit will burn your friendsit will ruin what you bring with youit will spoil your foodit will rot your soul it will twist your wordsit will wound your…… Continue reading Terrible

hell of a story what can be dreamt up andfulfilled in theworld of ten dollar buffetsand one dollar storestraffic cops stingraysphotographsa story that fallsout of the cupboardsoh that old thing?and it’s past butstill tells out wella strong runnerhard to know what to share what is gonna catch firehold interest hit or miss a B-sidewhy not…… Continue reading Glory

one extra quarter does this: I walk from the dryer walking away carrying a giant baked potato a burning giant baked potato it thinks I am its mother the laundry thinks I am butter I am one extra quarter sensitive you need the formula? it’s a quarter that’s all it takes and the fire is…… Continue reading The Formula

at the curb mypoor car sits witha freshly smashed window people are irritable wanna pick fights withanyone availableor bust up their stuff…what I’ve since grown out ofcomes to haunt yearsdown the lineI’m later pinning nailsto the voodoo of a strangerI’m trying to makea mental picture ofit is the kinda lifenews carries on andcommercials are rash…… Continue reading Dark-sided

come grovelit’s a story we don’t need to ear up onall liesdisco dogall normalshow upwe’re recordingshout out the nameto the movieI know a leechwhen I see oneyou are a viruslet’s calm simmer down nowbettermore complicatedcomplimentary poemshave been written about youthey were not well informedit was waste of breaththere isno home to return tomy eye is…… Continue reading Gone Returning