We used to meet at thisenclosed bus stop.Glassed in, like ablurry-eyed goldfish.Diesel morning sadness.We were drunks, dead, andstill dreaming.There was Chuck, Dog,LeftyLuckyand Beth.We shared our minusculeamounts of liquor, and sangold Motown favorites."Mama said there'd be dayslike this."These were the...

Your mouth is in my hairGentleMy bedroom has a carving wheelFear notI'm not afraidIt's a hot one todayThe teet will be removedSharpness as dull as your lifeLet the blood drip onto my rugSurprise!I really hate you!You remind me of...

You can feel the beaver in your groinUnderstand it cried and then diedIt felt nice while it was aliveNow it's a beat up red holeBoys will attempt, that's no surpriseTake one for the team, duckTheir attempt at a drive...