What can be more sobering than watching a drunk in action, with eyes that won’t open more than half-way, ready to kick some ass in a fight that can’t be won, scheming for a sympathetic ear while being schemed for later pleasures by so-called friends, and, finally, in spite of any sense of rationality, in…

She was petite, I thought she was skinny; She was beautiful, At least she was to me; She loved to cuddle, Get as close as could be; She was so soft, Smooth as satin sheets. She had the ferocity of a big cat, She had a soul of pure gold, Why my baby Skinny left…

Saturday night in a crowded bar, up in the loft a local band gets in their live act practice – Too loud, not too tight. Who am I, a critic? someone likes them… At the end of the bar a circle of friends huddles in defense against the noise, shouting sweet nothings into each others…

Soft lips caress, brush light across mine, igniting sparks wake my slumbering soul. Touching fingertips dance with glee, then retreat, fingers intertwine, hold on for this moment in time. Tracings designs on to your neck, and farther still, on to your breasts, excited nipples reach out to mine. Breast to breast we rest, hardened flesh…

We gather and sit on cold plastic chairs; molded recycled waste. We sip our hot social drinks full bodied or flavored to taste. We fill the air with smoke and lies, across the room we speak with eyes endless tales of wasted livesv in our plastic race; molded recycled waste. © All Rights Reserved

On the outer edges of moralistic blue balls, on the fringes of bible belted laws. Society, as we know it History, as we know it. Victoria’s purity has become Victoria’s Secret. The ruling class hold on to their ass by a thread of cash. They live in fear of the very things they spawn… Homelessness,…

See that penny on the ground, gleaming copper flat and round? Sometimes blackened as if dirt, lying there, unobserved. Some who see it think in fear, pick up the penny, you’re a queer. “Queer penny,” they laugh out loud, and behind your back. I think it’s more queer to leave the money lying there like…

I know your name, your age, and your address, Your best friend and your sexual preference, Who you dated in high school, and since then, Much more do I know, yet we’ve never met. Finding you out was easy, It only took me one day; I know you’ll think this is sleazy, But your license…

Chocolate mescaline Alice in Wonderland, the old is the new and surrounds me with you. In case you weren’t listening; maybe my words melted in your mind, maybe from your world you didn’t see my eyes begging for a single moment of time. I want to take your youth, I want to steal you away…

To know what hate feels like is to know the bitter side of life, it steals little pieces of your soul, little pieces that might never grow. I was at work the day after Christmas, nineteen eighty five, when the call came. And my boss, who was my friend, handed me the phone with a…