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 →
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 →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Chappelle’s “STICKS AND STONES” Gives Side-Eye to The Church of the Perpetually Offended
Unless you're still waiting for your 56k modem to open your homepage, you've probably heard the uproar over Dave Chappelle's latest Netflix special Sticks and Stones. Every fat fingered jerk on the internet has weighed in on the subject. Armed with a water gun filled with my own tragic hubris, I've decided to throw my sweat... 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 Death of Fleeting Ghosts
Hangovers storm through with the frequency of cold spring rain Another listless day imprisoned in my car Burning off miles trying to get away from myself People that love me just want to help That is pain I refuse to endure I would rather drink piss warm house gin garnished with herpes I roll through... 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 →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 