Blood and tits sell.
January 19, 2008
blood on tits
even better.
hdtv
January 18, 2008
high
definition
drug
a new year thought
January 1, 2008
Peace
and Prosperity
for the Poor
(for a change)
When I Become Santa
December 14, 2007
We move operations south
to Newark, Watts, Bronx
East LA and ten thousand
other empty places.
We begin to make toys for souls.
Peaceful and playful
thoughtful and joyous toys.
Now
unafraid and knowing –
we will walk this earth
giving gifts.
budku2
December 1, 2007
drooling purple
September 28, 2007
little vampire
brings his face to the toast
sucks in the jelly.
Viva Las Vatican
September 13, 2007
I was taught
only Catholics are saved.
I would worry
Elvis might burn in hell.
I did pray
for his conversion.
spermatozoa’s ark
March 5, 2007
spermatozoa
carry chromosomal pairs
into our future
pretzel arm
February 21, 2007
I am one of those people who love to sweat. Whether running full stride on a warm evening or playing pick-up basketball in the steamy sun, it all seems very cleansing to me.
When I was young, I remember playing with friends, cousins, and siblings long after dark. We would play hide and seek, flashlight tag, and spy. Dirt rings formed around our necks and became badges of festive accomplishment – Doctor of Fun. We went indoors only when enticed by ice cream or threatened with the loss of privilege.
Upon entering the house, a ghostly light in the living room would reveal a gaggle of younger children already lying on the floor facing the television. Their bowls of ice cream sat protected in front of each of them. Quickly we’d run into the kitchen for our share and then peck our way onto the rug which had now become a beach.
As my body cooled, salt formed on the skin. I could lick my forearm like a big pretzel. It seemed a shame to take a bath and wash it all off.
qazse 