I’m full on Thai soup and ready
For the main course
Of alcohol and virgin girls
In pink babydoll dresses
And no panties. Mirrored tables
And low bar fines. Affordable virgins;
More brilliant marketing.
Keep the drinks coming and save the stories
About your family, hun—
How they sent you to the city
To make it big as an ornament
During this annual American exercise
Of diplomatic debauchery—
Economic stimulus by way of
Physical stimulus. Read More
America is a dream. It’s not real. It’s a concept. It’s a vision of a shining city on a hill, conceived of by impudent children berthed by tyrants. America is the ridiculous notion that Lady Liberty wears the only legitimate crown, and her court extends to all lands. America is the petulant assertion that men should always lead, but never rule. Read More
-For Stacy Pearsall and all the shooters who have seen what can never be unseen
A shutter click in combat is deafening.
Light and shadow—boxed up like muted souls—
Cheap imitations of what once was.
Click-open—Click-close. Click-open—Click-close. Read More
PC is for Proletariat Control
The future brought to you sooner
By the consumer consumer,
The baby-boomer Anti-Prole,
The dropout genius, eating
Newton’s fruit, forbidden—
the bite heard ‘round the world.
Technological Renaissance flag unfurled. Read More
We heard some poems by Bukowski,
And I felt sad for never knowing
How much you loved the old Barfly.
I wished we could have shared more time,
So I went up and remembered the you I knew
From our rocky years of adolescence—
How your kindness was always a cushion,
How your humor always healed. Read More
The Pancake Cascade of Commerce fell
Upon my head
Like rain from a dystopian future. Read More