The Too Much Fun Crew At The Western Avenue Bus Stop.
Lilly was late or that bus stop tragedy came early, but that was no never mind now. Lily quit her job, and lied to an… Keep Reading
Fatal Flex
Late autumn plays the angles To corner the market of dining room pocket litter- A hard wiring of ninety – degrees a must to wet… Keep Reading
This Post No Longer Has Legs…so I’m going to walk away.
ften noted, poemin’ for me is a jones. A hard habit. A trick, a trait, a bent, a craving, a monkey on one’s back. Now… Keep Reading
Gonna Ghost …so starts the repost.
Self Serving Time I’ve had an alias and an alibi and spent some days in a dungeon of two make it three—four pick any damn… Keep Reading
The New Shows A No Go so -Reruns Of Autumn
Oh No, Time For A TKO Mark to market this this lazy noon soon to purchase one fat ass pumpkin a patch of candy corn… Keep Reading
Escutcheon
Armando’s six words for me to show my poeming idiocy. Disposition; shield; bruise; sustenance; Monday; electoral Escutcheon My dust to dust mid-Monday disposition is more… Keep Reading
Detritus
my bones have become brittle as my mind has become bitter but I’m learning to finger pick that tiny violin A strangely dexterous demise without… Keep Reading