Cast in iron, set in stone, my thoughts are never left alone. They sail with me and set me free, living in my every bone. My Ship, it sails, its Mast prevails, catching headwinds, telling tales. But then my Sub sinks down below, and dives through waters, lesser known. Deep currents are so strong and … More My Sub: USS Conscience
When you’re bored, don’t bitch at me Just shut your trap and write, you dweeb Don’t pout and whine and stare and blink Just grab that pen and think and think Come up with something folks will read And sell it so your dog can feed Don’t waste your time excusing the Stops to … More Tough Love
At night, I know, my mind has proved For that’s when all the mask’s removed We work and play, and yet we think Of all the things we want, a link A link to all we want to be So instead we make a fantasy We dream and wish and wish and dream And … More What We Are
Oftentimes, I’ll look to see The person looking back at me Watching through a hazy lens At who that strange reflection is Staring forward, several blinks Is he the person that he thinks? Does he do the things he speaks? Is practice coming from the preach? My eyes still glare, this man ahead … More Don’t Wait
“YEEEEEHAW!” Driving crazily through the backwoods of a Tennessee highway, Joe and Carl are having the time of their lives in their ’91 Chevy S-10. “Built Ford tuff motha fuckas!!” Joe shouts out of the passenger window, can of Natty Ice in hand. “Joe, this here’s a damn Chev Ro Lay!” Carl asserts, punching his … More The Tiki Torches: 2
“Hey guys! Has anyone seen my jar of annoying whispering wisps?” Approaching the Lenghornian village’s central meeting area, Dustin the Determined asks his co-workers where his pets might be. “Oh yeah, we actually threw them out.” Chris the Comical tells him. “They all died. Did you not feed them?” His quizzical stare slowly fading into … More The Revolt Returns: 9
shhhhhhh letusoutofthisstupidjaryouslickhairedmaniac shhhhhhh Back in the Lenghornian village, Dustin the Determined is carrying around his jar of wisps like a trophy. Easily entertained, he looks at them with the grin of a school boy looking at his first bowl of sea monkeys. “Ha!” He laughs. “Stupid wisps. Bet you wish you hadn’t made fun of … More The Revolt Returns: 7
How the World Should Work 