The Indian Strange of the New Jersey Manlet

The Indian Strange of the New Jersey Manlet.

Ninety pounds of hoop earrings and hair.

Has a theory of life involving knowing people and circles.

Twenty-nine years old, feels twenty-one.

Says too old to go on like this, running with strange men.

Broken hearted over someone.

It's all circles. And life. And wanting to be known.

When her friends pick her up she'll get some food.

Indian Strange of the New Jersey Manlet.

Waiting patiently on the front stairs.

To continue her circles and be known.

The Scarlet Speckled Whale and the Balding Wop

The Scarlet Speckled Whale and the Balding Wop.

Wild sexual deviants of the North Plains. Distributors of personal pestilence.

Wild echoed moans of street pick up threesomes fill the dingy halls. As one drunken sop after another falls into their perverted trap.

Nice enough folks, really, as long as they get their way.

Just a loosely attached sexual Bonnie and Clyde, bidding their time until whatever prevailing authority punishes them for their crimes.

Something About Karma, I Think

I'm a super mad meat cleaver,
gonna attack your face.
And when I'm done with my dreadful job,
you'll never get a date.