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: 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 →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 