Author Archives: troysherdahl

whistling ‘Weezer’ to a geezer may seem a little funny to a kid that’s watching me his nose all wet and runny pediatric to geriatric with me the in-between middle-age is all the rage you have to dig our scene … Continue reading →

young lesbian love babes black bikini twins beach blanket bingo is a lesbo bongo bum beat “kiss me, hug me, slap my butt here in public, what the fuck!”   cosita linda, young little things free love rainbow white sand … Continue reading →

waves tickle rocks and claim supremacy clouds cover peaks to dictate this day love blocks reason as parting seasons give way—    to Asian anchors   I walked through this forest congruently lost, I had a compass calamity New North was just a tree-fancied … Continue reading →

drawing on this drunken faith we start this round, my darling wipe the smile from your pokerface you flip the finger, snarling drop 3 aces to say, “my house?” you pout your smile blindly I respond the sickly souse then speak the … Continue reading →

floppy ears and full of mirth he sleeps around in canine girth begs for ball, a happy way I’m filled with joy to watch him play Bumblebee, he does not see RexDog, who eyes him hungrily! nuisance, I think— Rex … Continue reading →

I walked into another time and met old decapitated Buddha Man. His body was rock and his face was gray but his smile was merciful. I skipped a stone and jumped a breath and thought I caught the chanting breeze. Felt a … Continue reading →

jackrabbit fastback washboard detour roadrunner dance track a unidirectional spur drought-ridden deadpan like some convertible tunnel— Route 66 is a sleep can waking to the Interstate 40 sunswell   incongruous Hualapai foreboding ink-blue twilights high beam Chevy low flight dream … Continue reading →

cool desert high 4 lanes wide screech hawks fly updrafts they ride hundred miles of dust calling no name— limit 55 is crosswind pain   red rock rhyme scheme tireless painting a sage brush canvas on a paneless windshield

“jealousy is my new lover,” she said “my dark voice and welcome destructor evil twin of trust the black and blue roses floating in your pure white space if I could go back those biting words erase I would but — … Continue reading →