FAMILY

We had the sweetest dog

but it got growly later in life

like most in the family did

like most in life do

the world reflects an increasingly 

savage face back at them

HORNDOG’S DILEMMA

because you found out
that sex leads to babies (holy shit!)
or cancer (throat warts, y’all)
you bought a rifle
at the Rifle Store
then a bunch of dolls at the 
Dolls & Dinosaurs store
lined them up blindfolded 
shot them through the stomachs
then lined them up again
facing the other way this time
so you could fuck their exit craters

ACTIVIST OUTSIDER

Snake’s getting evicted
by the real estate crew

Grizzly got evicted
by the pipeline crew

Artists given notice by the 
asshole crew

Drive the stake through
The bear-snake asshole’s heart

RIME OF THE ANCIENT INCEL

The Shipwrecked Seaman
can only survive on
his own Semen
for so long
until resorting
to other se(ex)cretions
they can almost suck
their own discharge
barely kiss the little bloaty
mouth Prospero presents the jerk-off
contortionist award

ACCURSED 
after George Bataille

Friends stop contacting you
people don’t like your posts
an insipid portent dogs you

amorphous killers materialize to shadow
your peregrinations, heatseeking
handcuffs jangle towards you, inexorably

laugh together. Laugh and laugh 
until he is the last one laughing, just as he was 
the first

The accursed is quarantined
you can only see the back of their neck
upon which is burned a mark

In the woods 
those who spiked his cloth arms
no longer need needle him

All there is is to wait 
for the crooked arm to emerge
with the dagger, and the fist
that will clench his still
beating heart aloft
for the lucky strike

TERCET SHIT PUSHER

Begin with being an outsider reject
end with vital insider knowledge
an inevitable refigure of the “I”

Sitting with journal in the alone 
of the club scrawling personal ventings

of foredoomed forebodings,
a turn towards literary horror
midlife kicks they may be

laughable paroxysm of youth no I still
got my secret stash
nootropic seaweed for creative longevity

Young fucks on longboards
you fucked yourself up in service to your art
no need to refer to others because you got this

If you wanna leave your mark on the universe
alls you got to do is wave a hand,
push some of them molecules

around. I used to be just dangerous goods,
now I’m also damaged goods
guess I’ve almost got the goods,
which surely is a good thing