Adam is a beat up, dirty old artist in training. He likes nouns and
punchy sounding adjectives that make one salivate. A culturalist
bystander and scribe of the weird, writing po-ams in peace across
America. He is a man of McDonald's coke and fish through and through.
Dear reader I have missed your ears and laughter. Anytime you wish to call me up just to string it along you feel free to do so. I have extra spider webs and many different phases of phases that we can share over cake.
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So my progressive man crush dropped out of the race and I have this intense fear of satellite war ruining my outer space retirement plans. These things have kept any word smithing on my part to a minimum. I still glue shit to other more delectable shit here and there, but no po-ams in verse or otherwise.
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"He seemed to be taking me toward some hideaway of the last happiness; and when I came I thought I would be holding hands with him someplace in the spirit, that we would have both turned to gases licking against one another's nerves; we had that once and I always expected us to be there again and trusted him to get us there but he never did."
Didi Sweet, Nightwatchmen B Hannah
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The only joy is celebration for celebration’s sake
Reveling in hourly attempts to make it up
I know I am old
Maybe even now at middle age
But I will revere that whirlwind of Hooch and Hoochies
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"I have felt of consequence to the universe only while drinking or at the moment of orgasm. These are lies too, I know, but good ones, an inkling."
BH
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Reckless? maybe
Boring? never
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"And furthermore, if you want to talk about honesty. Such a premium on that word. Being absolutely honest. Come on: the vagina is the ugliest, ungainliest natural creation in the known world. Perhaps when they land on Mars they might find something uglier. It is a nightmare. That is gives pleasure, my friend, is an outright paradox, a sort of serendipity out of foulness. Hell, women know this. What a laugh to read all these lyrical hypocrites shouting that this is not true. Men most of them! Willfully bliss with those wide honest eyes."
B. Hannah from Geronimo Rex
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I feel so Sad when I finish a good book on experience. Jittery and kind of Cold.
Harry Monroe and a Window…
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Subtitled… Why not Entitled?
I have 12,000 titles. No More, No Phone
Have these skins with their red dots
crawling fingers scraping upon the surface
Overbearing erectile bone lip.
it curls for coffee
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Wearing all blue jeans workman's clothes
Joe costume instyle
Be busy digging at a hand hole to sit in
with my birds are the sea
and they fill up space right quick
Heavy cotton takes awhile to dry, but it will
the flora in Florida sucks my balls
Give me ferns and snow
and windy whipped clouds on the day to day
Quiet sitting
middle name forte
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