I pour a tall shot, three ounces of Tarantula, then cut a thick wedge of lime. Giving it a lick, the base of my hand is prepared for the requisite salt dash. All is ready now: My salted hand, a shot, and lime. I pause and take a quick breath. When I was younger, the [...]

the boy has swine flu vomit on his sheets today parenting is great — the girl has it too which end is exploding now? working from home sucks

I call this “Killing Time.” Either because I’m killing time writing this crap, or because you’ll want to kill me just to get me to stop. Either way, here’s some poo-etry. “Blissful Sleep” Lonely, horny, waiting for morning your snoring is boring I want to sleep again but I can’t. A freight train in bed [...]

Hello stranger why are you here? go back home or bring me beer. You are not my friend nor my confidant if you can’t find me the beer I want. So run on home now that’s an order and don’t return without Kona Moon Porter! I need the beer that makes me strong the beer [...]

Never invite a tiger to tea for it will want some meat but if you do not give it some you are what it will eat. (more from the boy . . .) The lion’s more vicious and finds you delicious regardless of whether you serve meat with your tea.

I’m just killing time waiting for time to kill me sitting at my desk surfing patienly what’s the point of being online when you’ve nothing left to do? my boss has left me all alone for the past month or two and so I wait and wait and wait and when I’m done I’ll wait [...]

My inbox is empty and my need for validation is strong please send me an email, some spam or Kermit in a thong. I feel so alone now, a monkey in a storm where’s Kermit and his thong? Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely me

a sunny day a soothing voice a cooling drink and you

This work is entitled “Sitting on my ass at a swim meet, trying not to fall asleep between events or throttle the children who are fighting over everything and nothing. Holy crap, there must be something to focus on to keep me from grabbing them both by the ear and screaming like a madman!” I [...]

It’s 93f out there and not yet noon. What’s a guy to do but spew another poem? Swim, I supposed. Or go back to reading my book (“Dante Club”, by Matthew Pearl). But first, spewing. Out, damned heat let out the fire and the cold in I swear that I’m melting a puddle of meat [...]