Albuquerque
-
Ashen Dump Cake
I ate some cake last night that tasted like cigarettes I dubbed it an ashen dump cake Even though it was supposed to be lemon It reminded me of a church cavern One with green carpeting and porcelain statues of bleeding saints and such And there was that tall priest who enjoyed drinking cola and… Continue reading
-
Weird Upstairs Walking Guy
There is this guy seewho lives upstairs from mehe’s the weird upstairs walking guywalks and walksbut he never says hi – until today he looked disheveled and bruisedhair all a musstoting a bank bag full of moneyand I’m wondering what all the walking is forfloor to floorhe walks and walkstill a quarter to four Is… Continue reading
-
The Hip and the Cruel
There’s a super fresh reality percolating in Albuquerque Nob Hill groovy pubs Ruby red placentas in Placitas fall from hospital skies of red brick, brown and gold and sexy satin flesh fresh as newly fallen snow on the ultra-hip Sandias cruising on Central, Montgomery or Indian School to smoke the city lights with the hobos… Continue reading
-
Mingling With the Savages
The parched, rocky landscape flew by me like a desolate nightmare. The sky so gaping wide, churning blue and cream. Continue reading
-
The Angelfish of Giza (Excerpt 6)
Sitting in the dry dirt above the desert floor, with legs crossed, the founder of the Church of Everlasting Super Freshness and self-proclaimed living patron saint of Albuquerque, was looking down upon Giza, New Mexico sprawled out there like a neon hothouse whore. It was a Buddha belly bowl of steaming and colorful madness, a space… Continue reading
-
Things to Do In Denver When You’re Hip and Super Fresh
The mercury red was dripping through the lights of the downtown bars – it was blood running through rainbows and icy chalices clinking with the rhythm of this night beat Continue reading
-
Albuquerque French Fries
The mountains in Albuquerque are to the east. In most places I’ve lived, they were to the west. I always found that to be a bit strange, but maybe it’s not. But I was on the east side of Albuquerque, close to the mountains, when I was suddenly struck with an insatiable desire for French… Continue reading
-
My Vimana
I closed the hatch and ignited the mercury, and we went up, up, up and out through the retractable skylight of night like Mr. Wonka and his magical elevator. Continue reading
cereal after sex 