Category Archives: poems

I like meat hey, don’t you? the fleshy kind dead-fresh and new   meat is tasty meat is yum I like meat from a steer’s big bum   meat from a pig is especially sweet and flesh from the chicken is fine … Continue reading →

I curse at inanimate objects. I swore at my coffee cup this morning because it spilled coffee on me.   I curse at inanimate objects. I work alone and I can do it all the time. I curse at inanimate objects … Continue reading →

gears and sprockets are lucky charms in pockets chemical vapors seep out of industrial papers a golden army of princely pie plates from red-hot molten tempered weights deviled egg data dollars broken brown leather collars walking blue fake fishes ectoplasmic … Continue reading →

feet slippin’ back’s jerkin’ coffee spilled on ice   wheels spinnin’ slow drivin’ winter’s fuckin’ nice   south headin’ sun’s shinin’ worth the fuckin’ price   word.

St. Albert colder than a witch’s titty Jackie Frost, I love this city wearin’ layers but I’m still chilly and I’m inside with hands on Willy   watchin’ exhaust vapors hang through a frosted window pane Alberta winters can be insane … Continue reading →

ten spacemen wrote ten spacemen orbitin’ with the Fisher Space Pen ten spacemen scribbled ten spacemen writin’ blue Zen on the moon, friend   space race writin’ stick so slick in my pocket it glides and it glows like a … Continue reading →

green-blue, green-blue ain’t it just a gas? white sand snowjob is hotter than my ass sandpaper palm tree coconuts in hand ceviche taco on my mind and look—       it’s a mariachi band!   feed me sun and feed me fish and … Continue reading →

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 →