AS IF THEY WERE DRACULAS

today I’ll paint
the rocks “partly cloudy”
or maybe “chance in hell”
with hunks of wildflowers

dipped in my puddle palette
breathe sporadically
share my mask
and count the clover

as if they were Draculas
because they say
it’s important to keep busy
otherwise you might go insane

STUPID SHEWS

Uh look at these here stupid shews
Never learns how to walk by theirselfs
No matter how many X we gits in n shows em

They’s like politicians
Loafers that keeps their laces lookin’ straight
So’s we don’t throws ‘em out

They’s like soldyas never can’t think fer themselfs
But sure always willin’ to stomp on holy ground
N anything called “the enemy”

They’s like Pee-Yewritans
Gets made in some dingy factory
Where nobody joys nothin’ they’s doin’

They’s like the creeples next door big mouths
Always puttin’ they feet in em
Never moves a hammatoe to help anyone lessen they has to

They’s like the hags we marry
Makes you feel gilty
If you don’t keep ‘em polished n well-heeled

They’s like the brats we have
Needen us to do everything’ fer ‘em
Cain’t even wipe the shit offa theirselfs

They’s like human bungs
Clings to the stink firm which they comes
Smells up the place somethin’ feerce

They’s like two-bit poets like me
Cain’t even walk in another’s shews
Without gettin wicked blisters

Now look at them there lame-ass hats
Hooks for brains
N…

Those limp-wristed gloves
One hand totally ignorant
A what the other un doin’

Aksessries one and all

MISTER 15TH STREET

I accidentally as much as I on purpose

sitting on the sidewalk with the shards

married to outer space


a night in shining laughter

religion in the nude

winter in the psychotropics


this goofy threadbare soiled and wrenching way

what you fumble is my food

I show my toenails & expect to be let in