THE ONLY TIME I EVER LIED TO YOU

WITH THE CLARITY OF FRESHLY-SPILLED BLOOD

WHAT I DIDN'T SAY AS YOU WERE WALKING AWAY

MODERN ART INSTALLANTION #1

GOT FUEL TO BURN GOT ROADS TO DRIVE

but hatred is easy

look at yr childhood

at all of yr old lovers

forty years of growing
fat on poison until none of
your clothes fit anymore

forty years of dying

listen

you will spend your days
in the space between
myth and savior

you will remember that
christ wanted only to
be left alone

wishing pain upon others
is an act of cowardice,
but it's unavoidable

look at your hands

at the objects they’ve held

the world is full of
weapons just waiting
to be discovered

BECAUSE HOLY BOOKS ARE FOR SUCKERS AND HALF-WITS

IN A KINGDOM WHERE YOUR PAIN IS THE PUNCHLINE

YOUR WHOLE LIFE SPENT WAITING TO DIE

MESSAGE TO ANNEMARIE

BECAUSE FEAR IS A LANGUAGE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND

NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE

Surrealist trompe l'oeil artwork from a Mexican restaurant in an old bowling alley.  Not sure what the lanes were being used for.  No complimentary chips & salsa.  Sauces tasted more Italian than anything.  It was all very interesting, but probably no return trip.....

BECAUSE EVERYWHERE IS ENEMY TERRITORY

DECADES, LOST

THE DEAD MAN OPENS HIS MOUTH BUT SPEAKS FOR NO ONE

100,000 YEARS OF FAMINE

NEW WORK AT

AS IT OUGHT TO BE

https://asitoughttobe.com/2018/10/18/the-bleeding-horse-at-sea/

THE ILLUSION OF LIFE IS ALL WE HAVE

FEAR IS THE WEAPON OF YOUR ENEMY

BEYOND THE KINGDOM OF DEAD MEN

A TWOFER!!!!

New work @ RED EFT REVIEW

http://redeftreview.blogspot.com/2018/10/that-summer-by-john-sweet.html

and a new collection by 

the editor,/publisher COREY D COOK

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RUN!  NOW!!  GO!!   SERIOUSLY!!!!

ALL DOGS, ALL HATED GODS

YOUR CORPSE AS A WORK OF ART, WITHOUT BEAUTY

AT LEAST ONE GOD FOR EACH SIDE OF EVERY WAR

Oddly enough, I have some kick-ass new work in the Peeking Cat Anthology 2018.

No excuses this time.

Buy one.

https://peekingcatpoetry.co.uk/peeking-cat-anthology-2018-out-now

IT'S GOOD BECAUSE THOSE IT DENOUNCES ARE TOO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND THE BIG WORDS....

"In my life, I have watched John Kennedy talk on television about missiles in Cuba. I saw Lyndon Johnson look Richard Russell squarely in the eye and say, "And we shall overcome." I saw Richard Nixon resign and Gerald Ford tell the Congress that our long national nightmare was over. I saw Jimmy Carter talk about malaise and Ronald Reagan talk about a shining city on a hill. I saw George H.W. Bush deliver the eulogy for the Soviet bloc, and Bill Clinton comfort the survivors of Timothy McVeigh's madness in Oklahoma City. I saw George W. Bush struggle to make sense of it all on September 11, 2001, and I saw Barack Obama sing "Amazing Grace" in the wounded sanctuary of Mother Emanuel Church in Charleston, South Carolina.

These were the presidents of my lifetime. These were not perfect men. They were not perfect presidents, god knows. Not one of them was that. But they approached the job, and they took to the podium, with all the gravitas they could muster as appropriate to the job. They tried, at least, to reach for something in the presidency that was beyond their grasp as ordinary human beings. They were not all ennobled by the attempt, but they tried nonetheless.

And now comes this hopeless, vicious buffoon, and the audience of equally hopeless and vicious buffoons who laughed and cheered when he made sport of a woman whose lasting memory of the trauma she suffered is the laughter of the perpetrators. Now he comes, a man swathed in scandal, with no interest beyond what he can put in his pocket and what he can put over on a universe of suckers, and he does something like this while occupying an office that we gave him, and while endowed with a public trust that he dishonors every day he wakes up in the White House.

The scion of a multigenerational criminal enterprise, the parameters of which we are only now beginning to comprehend. A vessel for all the worst elements of the American condition. And a cheap, soulless bully besides. Watch him again, behind the seal of the President of the United States. Isn't he a funny man? Isn't what happened to that lady hilarious? Watch the assembled morons cheer. This is the only story now."

– Charles Pierce

ACCUSATION, TOO LATE TO MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE

and w/ you i was only ever

a dog begging for forgiveness

where there was none to be given

and w/ you all words were

either confessions or excuses

w/ me

you were just looking for

                      ways to die

TAKE COMFORT IN BEING THE ENEMY OF CHRIST

A VIOLENT MACHINE

WHO SHAVED THIS MONKEY'S BACKSIDE AND TAUGHT IT TO SPEAK OUT ITS ASS?

“I say God bless you all. That's my message because that's what it is. The storm is there. It's sort of too late to do that now from the standpoint of moving."

A MOUTHFUL OF LIES: A FIST

WINTERTIME IS COMING FAST

I warned you people.  BUY THE DAMN BOOK, I said.  YOU'LL BE SORRY LATER IF YOU DON'T, I said.  And now the guys who charge $15 for a bottle of water after a natural disaster have stepped in.

Next time, listen to me.

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GOOD TIMES IN THE WAYBACK MACHINE

They got bigger, but Verve were never better than they were in the early days.

This is recommended 1000%.

THE ANIMALS IN THIS ROOM W/ THEIR FAILED ATTEMPTS AT LANGUAGE

NEW WORK

https://poppyroadreview.blogspot.com/2018/10/an-exit-strategy-vines-tangled-with.html

ALL THE DEAD MEN YOU ELECT, FORGOTTEN

AND A FINE "FUCK YOU" IT IS

"Here’s the thing: I grew up in Kentucky. I sold insurance door-to-door. I sold ladies’ shoes. I worked at an all-night liquor store. I would buy suits that were too big and too long and cut the bottom of the pants off to make ties so I’d have a tie to go on job interviews. I grew up understanding what it was like to not have health insurance for eight years.

So this idea that I’m somehow the “Hollywood elite” and this guy who takes a shit in a gold toilet is somehow the man of the people is laughable.

People in Hollywood, for the most part, are people from the Midwest who moved to Hollywood to have a career. So this idea of “coastal elites” living in a bubble is ridiculous. Who lives in a bigger bubble?

He lives in a gold tower and has twelve people in his company. He doesn’t run a corporation of hundreds of thousands of people he employs and takes care of. He ran a company of twelve people!

When you direct a film you have seven different unions all wanting different things, you have to find consensus with all of them, and you have to get them moving in the same direction.

He’s never had to do any of that kind of stuff. I just look at it and I laugh when I see him say “Hollywood elite.” Hollywood elite? I don’t have a star on Hollywood Boulevard, Donald Trump has a star on Hollywood Boulevard! Fuck you!"

- George Clooney

IN THE AGE OF VISIONARIES, YOU WILL BE BURNED AS A HERETIC

YOUR FAITH IN THE GOD OF WHORES

OR THE CHRIST CHILD, WHO PRAYS FOR YOUR DEATH

DON'T BE SUCH A FUCKING BABY. TAKE YOUR MEDICINE.

SONGS FOR GHOSTS

THE UNBURIED MIND

A TYRANT ON FIRE

WE DON'T NEED NO WATER,

LET THE MOTHERFUCKER BURN

https://winedrunksidewalk.blogspot.com/2018/10/day-six-hundred-and-twenty.html?m=1