POEMS & SHORTS

SHORTS:
Bank Line
Callback
The Demon
Grape Class 2
Homesick
Hydrogenated Oil
Jealous
Me and Kubrick, Sure
Teenage Tits

POEMS:
Key West '74
Percocet
Some Poem
Stupid Fuck
Veronica

SOME JOURNALS:
November 16, 2009
November 17, 2009
November 18, 2009
November 19, 2009
November 20, 2009
November 21, 2009
November 22, 2009
November 23, 2009
November 24, 2009
November 25, 2009
November 26, 2009
November 27, 2009
November 28, 2009
November 29, 2009
November 30, 2009
December 1, 2009
December 2, 2009

December 1, 2009

Wow. December. I was born in December. “So..?” I say. What else? My mind is useless to write because I’m thinking about pussy…just sick with thoughts about it. Please, pussy thoughts…go away, go away, go away… Thank you for fading some so I can get a few words down. Fucking colder today too, barely reaching 60 degrees in the day…so I suppose very apt for December…in Southern California that is. it may dip below 40 though at night here up in Topanga. Cold as witch’s tit…as the saying goes, for whoever actually touched the tit of a witch to fine out. I’ve been with some witches that had, warm tits, hot tits, smoking tits and had as rock steaming nipples too…and shit, I’m back to pussy again. Get off it. 3:44 pm and looking chilly through the window even.