I checked out the new Quentin Tarantino film Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. Regardless of what the professional movie reviewers had said about it, I was expecting many of the usual artifacts QT keeps on the dusty shelves in his manic, movie museum mind.Knowing the basic plot description, I was expecting cool dialogue,... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: A Final Transmission from GUN 929
Ghost ship dawn in the desert Cold and still placid corpse on a marble slab Smoking a joint at the airport perimeter Semi-automatic rifle strapped around my sore shoulder GUN 929 carved on its stock with a hunting knife Two trinkets of salvation in my jacket pockets King James Bible stained with alien slime dented... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: The Loathsome March Winds
The Loathsome March Winds bite like a poisonous spider Icicle fangs dripping with toxic waste from a deserted factory Its frozen webs whipsawing cars on the Causeway Bridge and slicing commuters in half who wait for the delayed LIRR trains My house is pummelled by angry fists from an invisible witches coven Mother Nature can... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Christmas in Boiler City
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 →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 