it's dark here
is it dark there

there is no god
keep preying

This poem is taking too long to respond

big dutch small

God's very

glorious dark

life's eating the dead

Writing Poems

last night I threw empty liquor bottles at people

but I missed and they never even heard

the glass smash this morning I felt sorry

took two tranquilizers and was suddenly absolved

you have to dedicate yourself to people

who don’t listen so you’re constantly screaming

slamming doors and throwing bottles

and sometimes they get a good clean crack on the head




pain evolved

as our frugivorous father and mother

trudged from Eden under the weight

of fresh skins