Calypso calls me with her scent wildly singing with the hint of vapor rising out of our chimney as she sweeps drifting me towards her awakening lying on the counter like a piece of meat chicken is what she offers on the menu with the crisp twinge of honey and lemon dew mixed with parmesan and… Read More the siren call of the housewife
Sitting in the day room at the City Mission black man sings gospel a mistake for what I call blues as Junior sets the deck up boasting in a tongue of bullshit all the while drew rolls a cigaret and jeff leans with a lazy hand as lazarus pulls his pants up hanging… Read More Sitting in the day room at the City Mission
Lady Gaga’s Belly just a smalltown paunch perhaps her hot pants were too tight and yet so cute i did like how she floated down from the roof kinda like a glam rocker i know his name is Marilyn and yet I wonder what she ate the night before and how such a tiny… Read More Lady Gaga’s Belly
Where does love go When there is no resolution? Does it lift a bum up When his cigaret doesn’t light Or help him pay a parking fine? And does a cop shake a black man’s hand When his brother has been shot And a victim has seen God bring swift justice? And does it stretch… Read More Where does love go?
Humble yourself motherfucker and take the Lord upon your soul. And eat like the bird picking its prey knowing your meal comes from home. And bow when he appears before the liar– be grateful the spirit flows thru your veins. And wait until the edge of insanity for God will surely call your name!
what is yours? heaven a dirt road trampled by the foot of a horse without a shoe heaven a dirt road trailing into the distance trailing to nowhere heaven a dirt road diverging into 2 paths frost knows where to go heaven a dirt road a pebble carried away lost on… Read More what is yours?
I can hear America Thru the language of English That hybrid abomination St. Charles influenced French Bastardization of Nomadic seamen Corrupted by Charlemagne Twisted into bliss by a bard And now the source of anguish Upon which Asian children frown And thru that stolen language I hear hope and desperation Confused by theft and… Read More I can hear America