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 →
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 