Body Count

I am the grass; I cover all.

In Vietnam,
after an engagement,
we counted bodies
to see who won.

The iPhone X Is Here!

The Universe is compelled to Upgrade!
 Stars, Nebula, even Black Holes must be Improved!
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah…

The Typewriters’ Lament

Have you ever 
stopped and considered
where all those 
typewriters went?

Boot-Scootin’ Boogie Down Hell’s Highway — A Musical Memorial

White Skin Dark Skin My Skin Your Skin

My white skin, lone wolf.

Your dark skin, son of a bitch.

Now, any questions?

Divine Generosity

god made stars
for starving poets

The Mirror of First Impressions

First impressions,
Everlasting prejudice,
Clouding the canvas of reason,
Trapped in the crooked mirror…