A setting sun brings the Inquisition My Torquemada twilight Apathetic Knights ride on butchered horses Armed with silver swords and bloody crosses Ridding the playgrounds and municipal buildings of punk ass bitches and psychedelic witches Demonologists from the Department of Health Announced an edict to bathe in Holy Water And read The Bible on public... Continue Reading →
Mondays are Dull Requiems
Monday mornings are bleak poems Words of despair Rhymes regarding the tragedy of responsibility Soul crushing prose packs a black belt’s kick Each stanza a death march into the concrete jungle Cluttered basement office in an Art Deco skyscraper Gleaming steel and gargoyles made of stone Bored by my misery like an apathetic Feudal lord... Continue Reading →
Dark Night at the Jericho Abbey
The Plague never infected my body It killed my job in a New York minute 80K per annum fire flushed in a crematorium oven A boozy butcher mixing slaughterhouse soup I had to bring home that bacon I’m now a night clerk at some janky ass motel One filled with cadavers that told no tales... Continue Reading →
LUNA
Luna haunts me like a dead dog's eyes Memories of her surround and swarm me like hornets Stingers that spit poison pummel me senseless like fat cops armed with billy clubs and bad thoughts On a five year vacation in a sleazy Boiler City Prison for conjuring demons at The Cape Horn Furnace Company Corporate... Continue Reading →
Film Review: THE BATMAN(2022) Another County Heard From
I get that I'm fashionably late to The Batman party, but I'm a stylish drunk. And that, as they say, is how we roll. Time means little to those who bleed bourbon and belch whiskey fumes. The only deadline we worry about is when that two for one well drink special is ending. That's why... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Lament for a Monday Morning
Monday Mornings are like bad breath on a first date Dusty Happy Hours in dry counties A Satanic vending machine stealing your last hope and coins Water towers pumping out turpentine for you to brush your teeth Parades and carnivals outlawed because of a pandemic Realizing Good Housekeeping is the wrong type of magazine for... Continue Reading →
serial pulp fiction:The Rockford Files Years chapter 2
This is Chapter 2 of my serialized pulp fiction story. I'm a bit hungover on this pass through. I apologize for nothing. Chapter 1 is here . This episode was brought to you by the nefarious curator of The Pulp Fiction Bookstore. Chapter 2 Dragon in the Guilt Sewer As I stood with a convict's... Continue Reading →
Happy Trails, Eddie Van Halen
It was a warm, sunny day yesterday on Long Island and I was screwing off at my nearly deserted office. Thanks Pandemic. I've been insanely busy at work for the past two months, so I figured some workplace fuckery was in order. I am truly grateful to have kept my job in the Age of... Continue Reading →
serial pulp fiction: THE ROCKFORD FILES YEARS
Drunk typist note: I'm going to attempt a pulp fiction story that mixes my Irish Catholic Drunkard's Guilt with a horror and crime story you might purchase at The Pulp Fiction Bookstore. None of these chapters will have more than two drafts so I hope you don't mind it not being too polished. This story... Continue Reading →
4.02.20 A Dark Day in TARMERICA
I had never been so excited to see April roll around then I was this year. I know that might sound stupid considering what was already going on in the world. Covid-19 was slam dancing its way through the world, leaving nothing but sickness, death and economic destruction in its wake. I also knew the... Continue Reading →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 