(2014)
I’m ravenous, toxic, and hazardous… The walls are too high and the moa… That’s me. Covered in barbed wire and electri… I am a keg of whoop ass.
Italian loyal. Can work at Shop Rite for years and never step foot in a Stop-n-Shop. Shop Rite put food in their kid’s
You used to hug like a centipede.… I see it in glimpses. Examine an… Survey and scrutinize. Confirm, discover... deny. Initiation antithesis, butterfly t…
Pulling Pollock pretty painless. Needed an extra coat. Still spitting shrapnel like sunflower seeds. My face looks like a pirate’s sails; batten down the hatches. Injecting beer wit...
A Collage in the Rain Blue skies fade like tattoos on ag… Black and gray clouds roll in like… The wind picks up, but you don’t m… I’m in the shadow of a city that n…
He lived on an island, generated where his mind is, his own place he can hide in, somewhere private. When he closed his eye lids. Because reality was hell-ish, wanted to be selfish had...
Call Me, Maybe? You cry out for attention And of course you get it. You call and she comes running. You’re her life line that cuts int…
I walk the path less traveled. Small city right next to the big apple that will trap you. we all know that hasseling’s a hassle. Do what you have to, whether the scrap or the grapple. b...
Change every commercial and tear up any magazine/ that portrays an image of what a human being has to be. The “skinny is perfect” riff raff/ no meat on a six pack/ and if you have a ke...
I want to hold your hand, two pieces of this puzzle that fit comfortably. I don’t mind your sweaty palms if you can get passed my scars because these hands held others, and that’s the...
Slopstatute integrity, nasty ganja… satisfaction. Sigh... sensation.… Idolize illusions. Iced iron ink… Nostalgia noose; nightcaps. Annual anal ambiguous anxiety. A…
Ronny was righteous until he dropped acid. He felt wrong holding it in the first place We thought it was harmless until he was fixated on a tree on Summit Avenue for thirty minutes bec...
My mom wanted me to work after high school. Work. Full-time for a piece of paper, that determines how successful I am in life. What the fuck am I doing? Dad had a son at fifteen. T...
We are the hosts for the merchandise parasites that come back to bite. We can’t be satisfied with something if we can’t plug it in. We no longer have ideas, we have charging symbols....
I awoke with paper scars from napping on the scantrons of My name is a seven digit number and I am a three point five. Four sheets of scrap paper and two number two pencils and as a...
