so it get's slow, but here you go

Hey guys, I've been busy working on my other blogs (dun dun dun) bohococo and dumbsville , but here oh here is some more poetry for you. And just wait for it: an announcement of an upcoming show to be posted soon to this blog! Holy crapnuggets! (that's not part of the poem)


claude


he lived life in the empty margins of the shopping market parking
lot
eating grasshoppers and dreaming
of morphine and a glass girl who slipped
beyond him on morning jogs into the tool
shack of a neighbor’s yard.
the ramshackled red tin veneer bled beauty into the
morning sky

and he assailed on into the mystic with legs beating
the concrete with a blue band tight
upon
his head.