Waiting Masters

Berkly lies naked on his damp couch

chip dust settles into his chest hair

and buried somewhere between his legs

lies his half dead prick.

He laughs at every corruption

and those that think they all have it figured out

like he does.

The cross carriers

the ones with the invisible friend

the fools that are holding everything back.

Berkly shifts his weight unto his back, staring at the ceiling.

And allows himself to dream.

About the day.

The day certainly coming, where he, and those like him

the Wise

will finally be running things.   

Just Another Day, Sadly

Just another day, sadly.

Took too many days off by one.

Rain, so can't drive. (I'll get those wipers fixed eventually)

Probably shouldn't spend the money anyway.

Would walk, but so many parks and kids.

A single bearded man wondering alone, they make videos about that.

I could wait until dark, if I want to get stabbed.

Besides, the perpetual fatigue is setting back in.

I'll manage to get that looked at too, once I find a doctor.

And maybe he can find some social scientist,

to explain this utopia we live in.

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.

The Pea Coat Phantom

The Pea Coat Phantom

Scent of cigarettes and madness

Merchant of refuse. Opportunist of open restrooms. Boarder of elevator shafts.

Silent shadow stalker. Open air cat walker.

You have to catch him on camera, yet his presence then is hard to believe.

If you manage to catch him, he'll shoot you with defiance.

What are you doing in his world?

He has no time for reason, lets you know he'll leave on his own terms.

Argument keeps him warm in the snow.

The Pea Coat Phantom, he says he's getting better.

But you wonder how far here is from there.

Suddenly, meaning.

Got done with my second job early.
Not so much a second job as volunteer work.
A sentence.
A bondage.
So what was I to do with my extra 45 minutes?
The same ting I always do, just got done earlier.
They all say we are put here to do one thing.
Now I know how all the old timers feel.