1050 Baxter Street

write down everything you see Teenage whores- blacklight, bored Bare blank carpet Old case, tarnished brass, filmed glass, displaying ass and rubber flesh Everything tied to a price tag Contempt stuck on painted eyes Barely old enough to get paid to suck cocks.

Dig until you bleed

Dig up the sullen southern weeds behind the fence line and you will find it, roots wrapped in red red clay. You will find it and it will stain your hands. There are arrowheads yet to find in the Piedmont earth. Do you realize how many bones you walk over in a day? Somesoul built [...]

spider I Dare you

Drip a little closer, spider, Silk a line down and Spin me all in legs, so symmetrical   Dare a moth to tangle up, down like this   Show me what you showed her Sit me down, tell me ugly little miss, impeccable   Dare a moth to tangle up, down like this   The [...]

interlude

Spread like hungry roots across this cotton- vines to tangle, touch, crime to kiss crime to search to find to learn criminals now, now what was I to you but paraffin wax and sweat?

you know who you are

You trussed-up little shipwreck waifs piss around bars like these, thinking yourselves mermaids. I don’t get paid enough for this shit. You can’t even sing, you Odyssean failure, you never had a hand in it, just held your hand out. You children, you petty girls, you scared-of-all-black-strangers girls, you tits-out-but-don’t-look-psuedofeminist trash, I hope I have [...]