My little hen, Kemosabe. Her warmth bled red, from a half-moonneck…now giblet gravy. Suffering not the gruel of legumes andcongee. What’s dead, stays dead, married to the kudzu…You canrinse away the water, but you can’t wash away the mud…or tuneout the lungs of the cicadas and lost souls. Who claim the bayou.My little hen, Kemosabe. […]

On the spur of the moment, I decided to make a journal of my dull daily life…begining today.    MONDAY, AUGUST 1st. Or maybe, Good Friday.   I felt bad about calling in sick today. The Bishop was probably saying The Mass at 3AM. “Hey big boss man. Wont you hear me when I call?” But […]

From the Pillar of Salt Lounge, in Tupelo, Mississippi. Between Sodom and Gomorrah City. The speakers shook the foundation with the raw blues, caterwauling sounds, like unneutered women in heat, with the weight of their sins. With an erection, Satan watched. Obsessed with the grain on the mahogany, His hands permanently stained a patina of […]

I hunt the vile, the shadow of your thighs, but it’s only in your soul my spirit breeds, craving the dark to leave my mark…My little mouse. My beautiful queen on the checkerboardsquare, as i crawl through space between…with every breath I take

Whisper me lulabye as I bleed through blackened hymns gathering at the river arching my back and you answer with tongue from down in your tote peeling the petals of my flesh, spiting seeds for the pagan’s rosary, fucking all that is holy in the name of Sodom and Gomorrah, on Route 666, by passing […]