We need a wrench, smart monkeys to toss in the metal guts of the global military-industrial complex: being good got us nowhere…

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love you like a great big Rottweiler. I adore thee like footage of a train wreck…”

The roads are starting to clear up, I’d drive to Edmonton for fresh sperm!

Where are your big-knuckled stone butches? Your glorious broad-shouldered drag queens smashing the cherries off the cop cars? No, no now that all the hard stuff is done, you all scuttle off to the suburbs to get married and have rug rats and forget all about what came before.

It begins in brine, as many things do at the easternmost spit the great split lip of the Atlantic…

We’re used to the fog, here it’s thick like pea soup Why don’t you stop by & have a scoop? All of a sudden, the sun reappears & soon we’ll have sand From our toes to our ears.