A cold drizzle chilled frozen citizens and kept man eating bugs under subway platforms It washed blood and human meat down the sewers littered with discarded ornaments There was no remedy for the cavernous potholes that swallowed buses or crystal meth sharks that chewed up and spit out junkies I stumbled into a liquor store... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Owner-X, Cosmic Criminal
Drunken revelers soiled the city streets polluted bloodstreams got them acting like scattering ants avoiding a child Celebrating three decades ago when cable news extinguished God to appease politicians who prayed for our worship I stuff my backpack with contraband Bukowski, Bradbury and The Bible A rusty revolver and damaged ammo Forbidden by a faceless... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Happy Hour in Boiler City
On the deadest of dead end streets I drunk stumbled into a dark and lonely saloon Gingerly rubbed my bloodshot eyes that had gone piss yellow On an empty dance floor filled with starry night dreams Christ was on the cross smoking a cigarette Dude exhaled a smokey blue crown of thorns Looked at me... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Strong Tequila in Boiler City
The sewer spit out mutant worms Conquering Boiler City in a New York minute imitating a rabid army of Visigoths legalizing anarchy Death pouring out of their slimy segmented bodies lined with teeth or claws and biological weaponry Slithering through streets filled with garbage and crime crushing buses and cars with the glee of an... Continue Reading →
Film Ramblings:DEAD SILENCE(2007) Conjuring Up Some Creepy Dolls
Watching some scenes in James Wan's Dead Silence, I felt like a tarantula was slowly crawling down the front of my trousers. Like getting molested by some sinister circus freak, cold shivers twisted my body like my privates were hooked up to a live car battery. Dead Silence showcases Wan and writer Leigh Whannell's fondness for dastardly dolls and... Continue Reading →
Film Review: LAWS OF GRAVITY(1992) Before the Moustache Wax and Wool Caps
Laws of Gravity, the low-budget 1992 film written and directed by Nick Gomez, takes place in a decaying, pre-hipster Brooklyn. These streets are harsh. There are greater dangers lurking here than a ripped Patagonia vest, or brash Trump supporter wandering into a coffee house sporting a MAGA cap. The view of Manhattan is expensive, but... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: The Alley Behind the Dive Bar
Spent half my life out behind this rotten gin joint A harsh prison sentence I'm just a recidivist degenerate vomiting vodka, vicodin and venom Hellbent on a life of introspective mediocrity Ate a hard knuckle sandwich from some dude with long greasy hair muscular arms and an intimidating beer gut Skanky barfly with teeth the... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: The Daily Apocalypse
An indifferent sun bleeds through dark velvet clouds the color of cheap boxed wine A gunshot wound on a rock and roll icon Chirping birds mock the early morning Children laughing at an old lady's flabby arms I have survived another apocalypse A speed freak soldier in a broken down taxi cab Plywood seat contorts... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: The Forest Near the Furnace
Woods are frightening fucked up places of extreme mystery Like the dark sinister catacombs of my wife's mind And the addictive bite of her poisonous loins The forest reels me in like a cod fish hooked like a skid row heroin addict The Boiler City tabloids branded me a killer A love slave to the... Continue Reading →
