Now you can skip the dishes Supermarket, too. You can’t skip these folks. And they won’t skip you. No sir. You’re in their plan. They got you I.P. Unlock your housencar Without a damn key. They find your stash. And your real cash. They leave you smiles All the dang whiles You are acting Like […]

Oh, you’re sooo smart! Playing like it’s your show. Giver giver you go. All tbe way in fast mode. Dreamin tho in slo mo’. Thrashing from the to fro. Road don’t go where you go. Need another epidermis. Better be in that thermos. Gonna drink a new skin, me. Slide a little more easy. Maybe […]

One hundred fucking monkeys. Pounding on keys. Slammin’ out language. Typin’s a breeze! Give ‘er you monkeys! Lookit you go! Bangin’ ’em fingers Fast as ale go! Monkeys ain’t slow. No! No! No! They’ll bite each other’s fingers off Just to get ahead. Show ’em that you have a heart Monkeys eatcha dead. They want […]

Jody shat his drawers Again and again. Wouldn’t stop crying In his effing playpen. Fell and skinned his knee. Wrecked his goddamn bike. Broke his crooked nose comin’ Second in a fight. Knew it wasn’t right but he Set himself adrift. Often bit his lip. Listened quite a bit. Finally gathered, if The cryin’s gonna […]

A nice purse on Is not a nice person And a nice purse on a nice person Does a nice pers on not make. They take what they will take. Make you no mistake. They got their sights set on Your good to great beyond. Beyond where you can see But you’ll be there, bay […]

Just around the corner. Right beneath the bed. Underneath the toilet ring. Dread, man. Dread. Doesn’t turn your eyes that way! Attention whore will have to say What chu lookin’ at, you fag?! Then choke you out With kindness gagged By weirdness and happiness and Twisty smiles. Squinty eye holes. Splintered nails. There’s no disguise. […]

A wee, wee cuppa mushroom tea Ten o’fuckin’ clock In the mornin’. Make it through the day Ever’ way I can. Motherfuckin’ tan Blacken out mah tats. Got me no regrets. Let ’em placer bets. Whether cigarettes Is bad or isit good? Maybe shoulda woulda Sent da money earlier. Den da prize’d be here Already.

She shit her pants. Babbled all day. Cried when the kids Would not play. What’cha gonna say When they want their way? Mama, eighty-five years old.

God, she was close to the edge all day! A whiff could blow her away. The breezes, they gusted and occasional storm A tsunami was on it’s way… Run for your life! The expression I saw and I Ran like hell ’til I Could not draw the Breath I needed, then Panting, she heeded my […]