Culture
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Rosaria Radiation
And it was the crack of a symmetrical dawn lepers hanging clothes with no sleeves legless pants heartless armor the sieve where all the heart pulp runs through and through straining the anguish with a lightning-tied spoon 4-leaf clovers come raining from the sky and he drives his Mercedes into a crowd of 12 oblivious… Continue reading
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High On Guard
there is only time for love and then departure everything else in between is nonsense even through the trees I see this while the world so foolishly spins around out there, down there far below this mad altitude where I stand where I pray to no one, for no one all the listening blinded by… Continue reading
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Planet Sans Soul
The aeroplanes are carving slits through the night sky Blinking jewels of genitalia roar toward somewhere else I look up at Orion; home Still my feet planted firmly on Planet War Planet Corruption Planet Destruction Planet Malnutrition Planet Delusion Planet Holy Hate little green men licking human lollipops pluck polluted dandelions then dash away for… Continue reading
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The Trumpets of Sandpipers
War on war is nothing more than war and now we got bullet-proof baby blankets our digital souls manic and depressed killing each other over our opinions of God and love history now bleeding from Polaroids Christmas trees now strung with bandoliers enslaved by the dollar enslaved by work enslaved by worry enslaved by this… Continue reading
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Cracker Barrel on Crack
The ebb and flow of the Jesus crowd washed nostalgic candies into the streets of LipLock, Tejas on a sweltering Sunday school day gone mad. The bacon was loaded. Mosaic scrawlings of jelly looked like sparkling guts on the sourdough. Coffee was but swirling blood fueled by cream and sugar. The roar of the hungry… Continue reading
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Deities of Decision
A black building with windows of orange light played sentinel over a dark blue river at dusk in a city I did not know. It may have been Riga, Latvia or Baku, Azerbaijan or maybe even Milwaukee, Wisconsin. There were other buildings, old buildings of red and sand-colored brick defaced by time and the scourge… Continue reading
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Misguided Missiles and Paper Turkeys
Welcome the pilgrims with a pellet gun and a lava lamp kiss. See Hannah cut her finger with a pair of scissors whilst she creates a paper turkey from a paper plate and construction paper the colors of autumn dust. See the missiles rain from the sky, each tattooed with a patriotic emblem stating “Goodbye…… Continue reading
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The Corn on the Cob People
The grocery store is full of human corn on the cobs. They walk around like stiff, yellow erections. They’re dressed in green husks, unzipped, the cornsilk is hair spilling out at the chest or the top of a pointed head. They wander aimlessly, brainlessly. “Where’s the milk?” “Where’s the apple pie?” How do you survive… Continue reading
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Weird Hair and Roses
She is beautiful on a space sofa, that cushioned ass. The ambient drive of a midnight cockatoo tail. A tale of breathlessness, a tale of wind in the face on a warm summer day. Vanishing, all vanishing like liquid ghost meat… Continue reading
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Morlockowoc
There stands a window of gray, impenetrable. Clocks sway like soldiers’ hooves. The popping of the bombs as they hit the ground wails on and on outside. A flagship mothership spins like a top in the sky. Beams of fire rain down. The extraterrestrials have finally decided enough was enough. Earth had to be eliminated.… Continue reading
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