Monthly Archives: September 2016

  The earthy gravity of Seamus Heaney’s poems and the sweet taste of John Powers whiskey mixed with a few foot-surgery Percocets   could explain the face droop I feel, the heavy shallow breaths, but on top of the dumb-slow … Continue reading →

Cleopatra does vaudeville as the bells chime in time, in time—   the pushy broad is no mime, yet she swirls white-faced, she kneels, she dips—   the pushy broad is the writer of this Black-Geisha script reaching palms open, … Continue reading →

A techno-neon colored red-blue guitar muted under Dylan’s cigarette-lipped visage eyelids closed to open your mind’s eye on funky rat bastards posing more lies so pour yourself another drink some more love all you want it’s all you’ll ever need … Continue reading →