Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Ennis Butcher



While unknown dimensions start bringing me down
Tight caucasian shit comes out of my mouth.


For the last night or so, hours.
For the last no or so, right.
For the last so or so I'm inspired by countless cowards.
The dog ahead, the dog behind.


Enter a joystick.
Maybe life is not a shame.
Life is where I find
An exhibitionist wheelchair babe
Saying much for the future of new.


Constant boil
In case I see something.
Everybody likes a little baby
Cause when that child grows up
It's meant to lie.



My baby's name is "At The Store."
A tasered youtube definition fingers me in the ball.
Yesterday was the same, and I think on cocaine
On my pillow as I cross my schedule,
Life seems too long to seek.


Sunday, July 27, 2014

Friday, July 25, 2014

2 Paras



The worldly & friendly Paragraphiti published a recent splurt of mine here 



And my Paradise Hole:

































Wednesday, July 9, 2014

PGFBFN Redux




Poetry's main artery Gobbet Press has kindly re-published my first book PUSSY GUERILLA FACE BANANA FUCK NUT in an expanded version. Get it here.

To celebrate, RC Miller made a ghetto video: 




Monday, July 7, 2014