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Birds Are Better

Published November 29, 2018 in I Don't Even Know , Rants and Resistance - 0 Comments

Birds

Birds are better than
any other species.
Because they can fly.
I’ve tried to fly,
It never ends well,
Always ass over tea kettle.
Face planting in pain.
They have adapted for flight.
Feathers, wings, hollow bones
That are extensions of their lungs.
They have committed to flight.
Their relationship to oxygen
Is
And they have made friends
With the wind.
I have done extensive amounts
Of research and the wind is never wrong.
Birds are better,
And many of them like to eat bread.

MR Stuik 2018

Seconal

Seconal

Took a hand full

Because who the fuck wants

to be more anxious?

You can keep your

Methedrine buzzcock.

I need to get chill.

And by the way,

You’re dead to me.

I have one rule in life.

You only get to

Disrespect me once.

After that, you’re dead to me.

So just keep dragging

Your little red wagon along.

And just so you know 

My plan is to eviscerate

Your central premise.

I’m going to destroy 

Your big idea

To render your whole operation 

Moot and suspect.

It will be like 

a conceptual Molotov cocktail.

Exploding your brainchild architecture.

Planting doubt in all 

But your most loyal followers.

Misfits

Published August 8, 2018 in I Don't Even Know , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Misfits

This is Miki.

Rumor has it, he’s one of Monty Clift’s lifetimes.

Reincarnated into a South LA feral cat colony.

Born into a back alley chance.

Adopted by a lunatic, he lucked into

a life off the street.

He’s a hard cuddler,

like deep into your elbow, armpit or chest.

He digs in and loves on you.

Like the street is hard.

Like the pavement.

He loves you like a concrete block.

Not everyone made it into the house.

The others still live on the street

and visit him at the open window

where he pushes against the screen

and calls to his brothers after nightfall.

Bigfoot Erotica

Published July 31, 2018 in I Don't Even Know - 0 Comments

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He had a hard on,

running through the forrest.

He was randy, he was hairy,

and he wanted to put his rugged,

rock hard pine branch

into some juicy, wet crotch.

(Tree crotch, I meant.)

Bigfoot caught Big Ankles

and they made hot, passionate love.

Where he was once chasing her,

she turned the tables

and ran after him,

his dick and balls dragging

on the forrest floor.

(Over pine needles and moss.)

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Actual Bigfoot Erotica, written by  the poet laureate of the Bigfoots,

Alonzo Longfellows, he was a poet and he didn’t know it,

but his feet

sure showed it.

Anela

Anela

Saint Michael, the prince of angels,

fought the dragon and defeated it.

He and his army went to battle

with Satan, his dragon and his army of angels.

The devil prevailed not.

Saint Michael, protector and warrior,

stood for the children of his people.

He fought for them and won again.

Like all angels, he is a messenger of God.

His nature is spirit. In action,

he is servant and messenger.

Moving like an electron between spaces,

making quantum leaps.

And although he questioned why God

wanted to create humanity, he was spared.

His army of angels perished in flames

for arguing that God should not have created man.

Why then, was Michael spared?

Perhaps because his loyalty was never in question.

Hammer Anvil Tongs

Published April 26, 2018 in I Don't Even Know , Portraits - 0 Comments

Hammer Anvil Tongs

It’s a kaleidoscope hand, talented but flawed.

Belonging to he that was cast out

for being ugly.

Capable of making beautiful things,

in the fires of the forge.

Hated his parents for abandoning him.

On mother’s celebration day,

he gifted her a throne that he had made with this hand.

It was a trap that imprisoned her.

The price of her freedom?

Give him the most beautiful of goddesses as a bride.

He got his wish, but she would honor him.

Cheated on him with the handsome god of war.

Another indignity. Still, they were a family.

Four daughters in all:

One was a goddess of good reputation and glory.

Another a goddess of plenty and prosperous.

A third, a goddess of eloquence.

The youngest, a goddess of friendliness.

All beautiful like their mother.

He loved them, like any artist loves his children.

Undo Your Safety Belt

Published April 19, 2018 in I Don't Even Know - 0 Comments

Undo Your Safety Belt

It won’t be a bumpy ride.

We got this.

“Get the commissioner on the phone.

Put him on with me when you have him.”

“Hello, Commissioner? Yeah, listen,

I was asked to give you a call, but not give you a call.

So that you would never be put in a predicament

where somebody said that you were called.”

“Who is this?”

“Doesn’t matter who it is. What matters is that

you were given a call, but not given a call.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Commissioner.”

Click.

He looked at his phone, incredulous.

Chips and Bitters

Published November 24, 2017 in I Don't Even Know , LA Stories , Max - 0 Comments

Chips and Bitters

I liken you to a janitor

The way you mopped

The floor with me.

Closed the door on me,

All the while

Saying you adored on me.

And I liken you to a cold syringe 

The way you needled me

Injected me

Infected me with a virus

That protected me

Until you rejected me

All the while

Peeking through 

The peephole 

Smiling on the other side

Of the door.

Hows Them Apples

Published August 28, 2017 in Arizona Stories , I Don't Even Know - 0 Comments

Hows Them Apples

Here’s a window into my heart.

I’ve reached a place where I don’t need love.

And it’s not at all out of bitterness.

I don’t long for, anymore.

I don’t pine for rapture.

Nor is it out of a sense of defeat.

And there is no malice.

I’m mostly happy and free to just be.

Incisor Man

Published August 16, 2017 in I Don't Even Know , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Incisor Man

My teeth are self-whitening.

It’s the craziest freakin’ thing.

I mean, I could rub furniture stain on them

and they’d be pearly white in the morning.

I don’t know how it happened.

I used that light thingy once.

Now, I’m all animal instinct.

I just want to bite you.

Applying to become a super hero.

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