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Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Roadkill Deli Boogie

Foundered cows and flattened cats dipped in batter, fried in vats of weeks old greases yum- yum- yum comeon daddy get us some peño poppers chilidogs fried burritos (hard as logs) mystery meatballs on a stick or mystery ribs (please take your pick) the chicken died a natural death the burgers give... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 17, 2019

I Wants ta be a Pirate

i wants ta be a pirate i wants ta say ahoy i wants ta have a first mate a monkey and a cabin boy i wants a baldric and a cutlass i wants ta swash some buckles i wants a pistol in each hand and gauntlets with brass knuckles i wants ta sail across the waves seeking fame and booty as i go kicking ass... Sign in to see full entry.

Snapshots

most times life is not a story of the type that writers write, it's not a novel of tormented souls or murders in the night. it's more likely just a snapshot of the ordinary kind usually taken by a relative with only half a mind. there is your daddy in bermudas his head is missing to his chin and you... Sign in to see full entry.

Where Have All The Wise Folk Gone

is it is or is it ain't ya turn it it don't look the same the deception of perception like an elephant described by a stupid man and each observer has the right to hold the tongue and play the fool but one by one they feel obliged to open wide their mouthes to speak to grossly mis-describe the beast... Sign in to see full entry.

Jackcrow

Me ole mate jackcrow and meself Tend this here light above the shelf Of rocks the charts calls Dog Bay Reef, The townfolk calls it The Widder's Grief, Sailors calls it Old Nob's Whore, And that's what this here light is for. Well we don't got much, me friend and me, No lawn of grass, no shady tree,... Sign in to see full entry.

Everett

everett was banty rooster, a dashing brigand in his youth he never backed down from a tussel he fought the whole world fist and tooth. sawed off short and bandy legged, his spindly arms were iron hard, his auburn hair was thin and whispy, his nose was bent, his body scarred. everett was a... Sign in to see full entry.

Dismal

Dismal drippy winter sky. Cops outside my window lurking, Waiting for the weary speeder That’s bound to come their way. I walk this night and watch the shadows Which close about and watch me back As the last street light draws away and disappears. Pitch black outside the city limits- Not a star or... Sign in to see full entry.

The Blues Born of Summer

the blues born of summer are the tales of the fall when the giants feel little and the wild things call through bare limbs in the thicket in the dead of the night when the full moon sets early and the alley cats fight in the flower box under my window and the tomcat sings tenor and the lady cat... Sign in to see full entry.

What If

what if beauty and blight found a cosmic solution in the soul of the homeless man on the subway platform looking back on his childhood and the place he was born as the gloom of the departure gate fades into darkness to emerge in a yesterday that never existed as more than a shadow glanced in the... Sign in to see full entry.

The Urban Ghost

this is his grate the box is his home the rags and newspapers his bed he used to be somebody somebody knew until he got lost in his head who was he then? no one remembers they see long hair, a beard and a wicked mean temper a stranger hating the moment and cursing his lot beat down and confused and... Sign in to see full entry.

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