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: 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: 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 →
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 →
THE ANGRY WORLD: Night Drive in Boiler City
On a chilly November night the rancid furnace factory fortress birthed monsters from its sour belly Spring loaded from diabolical netherworlds their slimy tentacles strangled City Hall demons Radio waves were clogged with conjecture Refurbished mannequins on the tv news vomited fictional political conspiracies Like the nefarious Empires before it Boiler City fell I drive... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: The Black Mass Express to Boiler City
Late October The days grow short like the librarian's temper lamenting overdue books Clowns that kill are tame for Boiler City My memory banks hold much worse events Like a line from a Beach Boys song I was drinking all night Celebrating my second birth The escape from the Black Magic Necromancer Survival means endless... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: The Woods Outside the Boiler City Limits
Chilled beneath the shadow of the massive gloomy furnace factory building I trudge through the imperious woods Busting up broken branches disturbing decaying, dirty leaves Strange sounds molest my itchy ears A bug buzzes into my fleshy cheek A razor blade cut Blood Legends aren't real right? Ivy Stromer Black Magic Necromancer of Boiler City... Continue Reading →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 