Punk Poem
viva la punk / viva el diablo / somewhere havin a laugh / they say god hates rock n roll / that’s ok because rock n roll hates god
JAKE
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
The two detectives in front of me looked at each other, as if having a private conversation, and then back at me. The detective on the left, Detective Dowdy, leaned back in his seat and squinted. The disbelief in his eyes is clear.
Tussock Moths
Borderline broadcast / crocheted - haphazardly / by grandma’s arthritic fingers.
Leaking
At night I can feel my dreams crawl out and inject themselves into your side, I can feel the veins of the pillows pulsing through to each other.
Sacked
It’s so easy to have this idea of yourself and then not really live up to it.
Once Upon a Time in Maryland
The times were far from happy, but they were stable and predictable in their badness, and that was almost good, in its own way.
Tableau
There’s a cockroach wiggling in, above, and behind-below my gut