Crazy Mexican Cocaine Cop Killer

Fresh from leaving the scene with bodies all over the floor staring up at the ceiling fans with glass eyes. They looked exactly how Hector said when he showed me my first: “See, there’s nothing inside of them anymore. You’ve got nothing to fear from a dead man except his kid.” Soon after the slaughter […]

Force of Nature

That damned weed grew into a tree and spread across the chain-link fence like a lover in your bed. I chopped at it with a hatchet with all my heart and also with the weed whacker fully charged -just like my meds. And now it’s back fully grown like I never touched it. Ever. I […]

Waiting For The Sun

I don’t know where the light is anymore in all of this running around. Grace has left me and I’m still young bent from callous, careless hands left a beaten graffitied trashcan turned over and motionless at the mouth of an alley. There is always a child screaming into my ear from somewhere deep inside. […]

The Demonic Bathroom Tiles Get Me Everytime

It could be in the mirror behind you seen just for a second or spotted in a photograph -something that doesn’t make natural sense. It could be you. It could be me or it could be something else. You decide. I’m tired of trying to discern ghosts from the blonde next door. “You have a […]

Everything Becomes Nothing

We abate softly into nothingness into finality into the darkness beneath a great empty canvas and so on this certain passing I felt almost touched and almost momentarily elated if you will from the brooding vacuous maelstrom that has become most days it was somewhat like catching the whisper of an echo in a backroom […]

The Junkyard Dog Bleeds

My love of words is large and mean and my heart -it’s just a junkyard dog that growls at nothing and gnaws at old bones until they’re dust. I have become so much better since I’ve obtained a strong handle on the absurdity of myself but still there’s nothing easier than picking up a bottle […]

Mall Kids

Doll faces with clipped wings waving dollar bills at the great dark inside. They see themselves in window shops. They sing the music store songs. With eyes as dead as used leather jackets they wander an infinity of well-lit oblivion.