the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.