Happy Birthday- Kasey Kline
Sunny Lie filled smiles Birthday Cake washing the cum from my mouth Secrets Burned Beneath green eyes Heavenly pats 0n the head for a good girl Soul less giggles to fill the silence Mastered Fear of...
View ArticleMourning Ballad- William Seward Bonnie
i sprung it out of the dung yesterday morning The heady’s were mourning, no hurting any more, just ketamine and open needle sores Her heart poured into my pimp chalice for hours until our mouths...
View ArticleGrey Bar Hotel Chain Stays- Edaurdo Jones w. Art by VERBS
These are some pieces of art I received today from good friend Verbs via the Ohio Corrections system. Many of you may know verbs from my stories. Drop him a line. Nothing like hearing from the...
View Articlei swear i’ll remember his license plate until the day i die- Leeroy Berlin
i swear i’ll remember his license plate until the day i die two tons of speeding steel swerved across black asphalt and white lines and yellow and I had words so many words fuck you you son of a cunt...
View ArticleElegy of the Lamented Testicle by Adam Crittenden
Elegy of the Lamented Testicle by Adam Crittenden What was left for me to do on such an occasion? Never lunge for such a ping pong shot, as the corner of the table can be an unforgiving reaper. It...
View ArticleChest Wound-R L Raymond
Chest wound Well… Well… Well… prone clutching lung froth coughed over a gold tooth along a toothpick spit-slicked and splintered Guess it’s true that revenge don’t care about no statute of limitations...
View ArticleEye Witnessed Ignorance today
Today… I witnessed ignorance In all its ugliness I was at court Nothing major Just some driving stuff After my hearing I walked out the door To smoke a cigarette And wait for my ride I saw a young...
View ArticleStrategic Optimism for Girls- Fran Lock
Double yellow lines the girls in the Braille of their goosebumps bear down upon us like churches the body the urges the free market system prostitutes pleasantries Russians they must be thrown under...
View ArticleOde To My Stepmother-Nicole Searcey
I meet her on a Tuesday we drive to the east side it was my first time I love the open sky, with clouds like cotton little shrubs scattered on a vein of water we cross a bridge with giant sturgeon...
View ArticleCountry Bear Jamboree Growl- Danny Baker
Owl eyes see much so much that much of it isn’t there except when it is- laughing; wise isn’t always Arms stretch tear snap from sockets tired of working bearing weight of heart soul pumping reps of...
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