Who you are with       does not define       who you are.             Rather it defines       who you can become,     from the rubble...

She’s a speed freakA lunatic whoreOften called a horny hagShe’ll fuck-face the deadNecroslutMultiple lobotomiesDoomsday inside her headSwimming in tormentSuicideReleasing her from anguish

For those I hateFucking hellBeneath the skinAn open woundThirsty for blood, hunger for fleshScattered carnageWriggling torsosPungent, infested diseaseBrain candy for dessertVomiting repugnanceTo die again

My one regret is the bloodline I derived fromI’m not a pedigree or a monkey’s uncleMy father is a penniless swamiMy mother is a peace creepWe live up the river,near a civil war battle groundWhen there is a downwind,the...

Azuls de Barrancas del Cobre (Copper Canyon Blues)Dusty Chihuahua desolation At lonely train depot Desert crossroads for rail journeyArrivalCopper Canyon is cantina calypso drums On the slopes of the valley spirit and the manger in a holy hostel is...