Monthly Archives: May 2018

Old Harry

Published May 31, 2018 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

Old Harry

We prayed

that the night would never end.

In the moonlight,

in the irises

with Pachanga Maria

and St. Michael.

Who defended us in battle

from those who seek the ruin of souls.

Protected us against

the wickedness and snares

of the Father of Lies.

The dragon prevailed not

and was asked to leave.

Our prayers were answered,

the night is still alive.


Published May 30, 2018 in Cintusia , Jack Sprat , Meta Jane - 0 Comments


A rustling in the nasturtium,

hoping to make a run to the wood pile.

Tommy could smell him from the porch,

lunging into the air like a high jumper.

Over and over and over again.

“He’s killed three of them so far,

his breed is bred to hunt rats, you know.”

“They aren’t rats.” said Meta Jane.

“They’re close.”

“It’s not right, they’re no match for him.”

“He’s earning his keep, saving the garden.”

She stopped talking,

not wanting to dignify that last comment.

Fidgeted and ran her fingers

gently across her forehead.

She really needed that ASMR video

almost craved it.

Was that supposed to be a joke?


Published May 29, 2018 in Lolo - 0 Comments


Here’s the thing,

I’m feral.

That means wild.

I will not conform to your

pseudo-intellectual, bohemian,

contrarian, bourgeois, Marxist,

modernist, existentialist, rhymer,

transmogrified, biohacking,


I have my own algorithm.

It’s not binary.

It’s wild. I’m feral.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Could I trouble you

for something to eat?

Lola Lola

Published May 28, 2018 in LA Stories , Lola Lola - 0 Comments

Lola Lola

My girl is so fine,

If she were a mathematical equation,

She would solve

the mystery of the universe.

She is so sweet,

If she was a cupcake,

she’d be the one

that made your teeth hurt.

And she’s so tough,

If she was a tigress,

She’d rip your face off.

Yup, I’m lucky.

Scared shitless, but lucky.


Published May 27, 2018 in Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments


There was a rumbling in the attic,

like something was running up there.

The insects are dying in droves.

It’s not an accident,

money and science

have produced a precise

kill of the fauna.


chemical industry

you can kill all the insects.

They are responsible

for pollination.

Which is how we eat.

Hurry and finish the drones.


Published May 26, 2018 in Uncategorized - 0 Comments


They shared custody of the dog.

Who had always been dangerous.

First day Jack brought him home,

from a prison like pound in Carson,

Gave him a bath and

afterwards, as they were drying him off,

he snapped

and bit Jack pretty severely.

Now, three years later

and a hundred crises smarter,

Tom Waits (that’s the name he had at the pound)

has to come home early

because he fucking bit Meta Jane.

“He’s in the dog house” she said.

“Why?” asked Jakck.

“He bit me.”

“Ah!” said Jack.

Here he was trying to win her back and…

Boom! The ex-convict blows it.

Ninja star to the solar plexus.

Mundane Rabbits

Published May 23, 2018 in Eve , Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Mundane Rabbits

A pool of shoe fish

swimming around the closet floor.

No one is in control,

it’s absolute anarchy.

The Levy sneakers were a gift.

Jack wore them once

to his uncle’s retirement party.

Felt like he was cheating

on his Chuck Taylors.

He retired them after that.

Thirteen fleas,

he picked thirteen fleas

off of the insect.


cute in the extreme,

lunging at the cats,

like they were missiles.

Root Beer

Published May 22, 2018 in Yvonne - 0 Comments

Root Beer

About midnight.

Street lights lit up everything

that the moon missed.

One thing the moon didn’t miss was Yvonne.

My sweetest one.

She cooks a mad file gumbo.

With the sassafras sass

that she got.

She’s divinely inspired.

No question, there is a God

when you see her.

“The ugly part is gone,

now I just have the fun part.”

Yvonne said, about nothing in particular.

Are You Sure?

Published May 17, 2018 in Ralph , Ruth - 0 Comments

Are You Sure 2Asked Ruth.
“As sure as eggs is eggs.”
Said Ralph.

“Edgar Cayce said
there is so much good in the worst of us
and so much bad in the best of us.”
“That what? We’re all serial killers?”
“Why would you say that?”
“It just sounds so ominous. Like an ominous riddle.”
“You could also say…
…there’s so much liverwurst in the best of us.”

“Ha!…now I’m hungry.”


Ruth rolled her eyes.

“I get paid on Thursday. There’s still some bread, have it with butter.”

“No, you have it for breakfast.”

Clothes Horse

Published May 15, 2018 in Jack Sprat , Ruth - 0 Comments

CLothes Horse

“I think I’m depressed.” Jack said.

“We’re all depressed,” said Ruth, “Man up.”

“Which tie should I wear?”

“The one with the sperm design.”

“Ha ha. It’s Art Deco.”

“It’s not.”

“It is. It’s vintage, this tie was

actually worn in the nineteen forties.”

“It was not, silk doesn’t last that long.”

“It’s not silk. It’s Belgian polyester.”

“That’s not a real thing, you’re such a liar.”

“From Belgium, post war polyester.

They make outfits for sex dolls out of it now.”

“They do not. Art Deco?”

“Are you sure you don’t mean Art Dildo?”