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So when the political raid overexcited two days of potential in Barcelona, as state exasperation was the precise soldier’s framework and distraction offered to the power as unwelcome, a second shot in the morning, a couple of times, as the light rolled over the water when another Catalonia scaled to the government’s wannabe basket of fears. Yeah, we are not our best friend, we are all afraid of the truth that the people who are suffering from inside our lives broadcast a Spanish distraction into each step as a voice to police squaring often into unwelcome cities. In such a vote atmosphere—and if dark urgings have the government inherently miscalculating overexcited political forces to squash the rights reserved for break-up, anguishes sincere and numerous, up to the brink of what Catalonia seeks, oh daddy.

What happened next?


Dear Valdosta Glam Company

Dear Valdosta Glam Company,
I am writing to thank you for the response response in a poem form & my free Bag for Radicals!-—Valdosta Radicals—like nobody but the locked-up victims of felony selling of suitcases. For him, she sold bond bonds, was trafficking in actions dubious, services extra-ordinary—boring, really, according to said pimp, said you. It’s a freak felony already. Most victims consider Valdosta Glam the where, not the response in every hawrt that lobs throbs around the bases warming up for the seventh Seven.

He yodels as if the real Penny might lock him, full-nelson. Wise was she when arrested by a slim narcotic-enlightened radical ripe in the sand. O delight in the dry dry sand & all praise-by-astonishment & other covetous beliefs in all the world, the true people resigned joyfully to every miracle promised by our son & the white uncle unclean.

You the sign of hearts, sweet Val, Valdosta Glam. Besides and foretold, you sing of cicadas, taxes, wigs, cars, carts, cups, and good cheap April ahead! With you mouths thick as night where you faces appear: the wiry grins, the &-there-are-no-rules-for-what-happens-next kind of thing.

Yeah, she knows what happened to the guy. He got work, five-an-hour gigs, drooping and heartsaucy, his eyelids figure-eight straight to the news ahead.

He telephones the fatigue,
the lips,
the fingers,
the work,
& the world.

So thank you again Valdosta Glam Company,
we remains love yours & truly

Courtesy of Patrick Santos-Dumont


Deadly cruise

Deadly Cruise (April 9, 2017)

Beach-riding traffic at a standstill wake up wake
for crime isn’t cool throw yourself off a cliff
decide which foods are healthier Dick fled
officials urging motorists arrested on 2 counts
go deaf revisit Anselm Kieffer learn the bene-
fits of pickles give orders carry
the weight of the archery state deny every
request shoot cool breezes poke fun wear
good shoes reconsider your ties
with the ancient dead
download unicorn trails retell
the saga of Billy T.K. in vehicle and on foot
he downloaded child porn in Lucedale
possession with intent to
distribute forged fermented foods lie
down take aim don’t magritte me anymore
just play Pawn to King fou forever crazy king
operate yourself who else will
intercept yet traffic not nor be
wake up wake only the trafficked
catch fugitives eat them raw or else
inspire hope now he’s going to jail
or find alternative routes mainly
stop doing be on your own
need to know a woman helps
have good reflexes
venture into a mosquito jungle
drown yourself
die the wallpaper arsenic green



IMG_3652Photograph by Diana Young

Just read the latest news by email.
A complaint of suspicious activity
At a beach hotel known for sin.
A self-professed prostitute
Identified the man in an adjacent room
As her pimp, an investigator said.
She told officers desperate lies.
Deputies arrested both of them.
Police summoned a K-9 team.
They believed drugs were in the rooms.

Deputies arrested both of them.
Felony charges of meth possession,
Promoting prostitution, resisting.
The man admitted he was pimping,
Overseeing her services,
Selling sex for money.

“They were in it together,” the Deputy said.
According to her, any token of gratitude is worth a nickel.
Likes to have a shower in the morning,
Singing that old treasure song about
The stolen figurine that comes asking for bread.

Don’t you see? Stupidity jumps both ways.
An enigma jumps both ways, too. And I think
A fly in the house is fucking cosmopolitan,
It’s like having a trained assassin stay overnight,
Or letting heartbreaking lies
Roll over us like a summer breeze.