As it is illegal to skull fuck a person, Donald, who was keen on complicated metaphors, skull fucked small countries instead.
my two dogs standing over me / sniffing for death.
He saw the most unsubtle of movements.
Oh Sigourney— / sweating, tugging hard at that helmet— / don’t worry, I’m sure it will come right off.
Carl Miller Daniels
at the strawberry ball, all the catering is / done by college swim-team boys...
They always went to happy hour on Friday night. All the people from the office went except the Christians and the Muslims and the ones nobody wanted to invite.
Water Main Break
Trickle down theory’s a wet leg
They had a small family funeral in Texline. Jan cried. Then she got hungry.
...I lathered the inside / of my brain with caffeine
The Greasing of Bobby John Willet
...no man with a hair on his chest was going to let you cram a fistful of grease down his pants without a respectable fight.
Why Lie in a Grave When You Can Work in a Tomb
A walking skeleton / with sad eyes
Tale of the Unborn Chinaman
I'm picturing my head stuck inside Rita. The image is clear but unreal, and not particularly attractive.
Wishing on Whores
“You know that place in my living room where the rug bunches up and everybody trips over it?”
I sit on my bony ass at the east end of the alley and watch the sky pink up, like a stranglehold on the world's been loosened.