I am the man who was fired from a thousand jobs I was the model you saw pointing at the gleaming red Maserati At the Miami Art Fair, as if you did not already see it I was the girl named Calorie in that infamous diet commercial I was the boy named

The beer on the shore is Lapping at the foam of memory And I can’t sit still Until I take my pill Karma Wash, Hog Wash and Swill I went to the top of the heap On the bottom of the Hill I saw a bum’s sign that read: “Will eat dog food f

Thus, more people can drown// and leave their bones

I came into the café and there sat a plump man with a huge beer belly and pencil-thin black moustache, drinking from a large paper coffee cup with the name “Butch” written on it, by the Barista. He had just discovered that his karma was out of control

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When the water came crashing

The moon god was named Sin in Mesopotamia. Monuments to Sin have been unearthed nearly everywhere now. There are some located right inside your brain, it is said, and to the left of your groin. If your are in pain, grab your Sin. Some will cla

And they let the angels out at twilight, the dark twins of bats, and their troubled undersides. Never were the bats so disturbed. Never until now has true evil been so see-through, and clear.