I am enormously pleased that my written work - “Automata Exhibition” - is included in the current issue of Paraphilia Magazine. Originally written about a year ago, around a sequence of paintings by the incredibly talented Siolo Thompson, I am fantastically pleased that three of Siolo’s paintings accompany my wor… Continue

In the morning
My keyboard sits
In a pool of liquid
Next to a couple
Of empty beer bottles
And a dvd about janis Joplin.

I pull it out
And drain it onto
A towel
That i have
layed on the floor.

It wont work anymore
And i leave a
Message on my blog
That the site is closed
Till i can get a new one.

Im a tosser like that.

I ring my woman
And tell her
i must have spilt some beer
before i passed out
and now the computer
is all fucked up.

She asks me
If it smells like piss
Because the other night… Continue

For three days I’ve been without meds.
On the fourth I’m e-e-e-vil with pain.
Beta seeking, opening mouth,
I in/cant O-O-O-Os to free muscles.
My day’s devoted to scoring pills.
On the way to the clinic, zoned

on radio in a slow zone,
I keep thinking about these meds
I’m hooked on. Withdrawal from pills
that keep me feeling no pain
seems bearable now, the muscles
that connect neck and tight-clamped mouth

looser. I open my mouth,
seeking again the touchy zone--
habitually locked muscles
the ser… Continue

I wrote this poem for Jennifer
but she didn’t live long enough to read it.
She killed herself one night
because she was tired of the shower curtain rod
falling to the ground
and revealing her nakedness
to the men
who never paid their
share for beer
or abortions.

She died
while on the rag
and was found laying on a bed of receipts
and a newspaper cutout of the local rodeo was stuck to the bottom of her knee.
Her phone had not rang in over two weeks.

If only the skinny ones
had the soul and laugh… Continue

I can still remember what we lost
the night we gave each other head
behind the muffler shop

I told you,
you had a smile like fools gold
and I could have plenty fun with it
but it would never be worth much.

You left my cock wet and greasy

And you called me unfair
after you wiped off your mouth.
“how can I fall in love with such a pig”, you said
screaming as you ran off to chase the distant dawn
in a field of dirt.
And I was left
with a panic attack
huddled under a shot out lamppost.

I never s… Continue