Do you remember It was a long time ago When you were split in two And the halves of you Connected and they grew And the halves of you and tangled round each other Strangled Tangled Separated Let’s see if … Continue reading Halves-featuring Gauco Wander Beall on guitar
A short poem for my May 8th birthday with the singing saw Continue reading Happy Birthday to me
Mr. Monroe’s wife called him a degenerate when she found his young stud porn collection. He worked at a shelter for troubled youth and his wife came to the obvious conclusion. She always looked sympathetic but uncomfortable when he would … Continue reading Mr. Monroe’s Blessing
Back in the late 80’s and early 90’s I was a nude dancer. I loved it. I hated it. It has made all my other jobs, with their dress codes, conduct seminars, moral boosting platitudes and angry managers, feel like … Continue reading I was a Plump Angry Stripper- A Confession
I bought my title from the Queen’s titty dancer I have fragmented gold fingers I have the mouth of a king I know the coin of the realm is Jesus dust and angry red sin I swim in gilled lily … Continue reading I bought my title from the Queen’s titty dancer
Red is a party color! She screams. The tendon sheath makes a fine straw For blood slurry, brains and coffee, whipped and frothy. The children are messy with their blood smeared faces. They have bitten Ms. Mary and I wonder, … Continue reading Cannibal’s Carnival
When Johnny Black took the case, he thought it would be like having money crawl into his pocket, little did he know his pants had other plans. Read with my new microphone for extra sensory deception. Continue reading Johnny Black and the Dirty Blonde-A bedtime story for bad people
