Falling Feathers

Crunchy kitty cat at the theatre reading wed-ding dong on dumb numbered thumbs that think the ink can sink solely, wholly-- who uses amusingly amateur mattresses addressing so bold, baby, maybe Abe might fight for free or flee towards Phoenix for Kleenex (neat needy meat meets me beaten, bleeding in blizzards). Wizards would whiz wooden jizz in ‘ginas in China: cheaper charming arms, chump. Hump her rump! Your umps underneath earth, though you teach suicide. I’d abide by Rawhide rather than Rather, Dan. Gather plans, Father, and bother Brother Todd; cut Tut up. Tanks under towers and tubas uber alles as foul as Friday’s fun. Unwinding wind with tin towels to cool confinement twine lines like Liberty. R.I.P., Ronnie.

 

Ennio Morricone

I listened on the county road,
windows up, AC on. Couldn't get off.
Thoughts of buffalo shot from trains

while training myself to shift with out clutch.
My left foot fell asleep and dreamed
of being amputarded. If I get past the state line

I might be able to get away from myself
enough to write. An aerial view
might suggest looking down. The stated line

was as far as myself, shooting the shit.
Buffalo shit through crosshairs is fuckin’ sick.
So is living out a western fantasy in a Subaru.

 

Unnecessary Roughness

Collected thoughts decline
in value even mint
suffered plastic holds each
like Hetfield's voice sleeptalking

Carburetor mechanics fear doctors
say about surf and turf
sometimes they regret not listening

But bonus disc doesn’t do it —
flint against the wall
still winking
and flirting

Marlboro's Pulled Pork

About 2.5 lbs. Pork Shoulder
1 Bottle Safeway Select Hickory BBQ Sauce
El Original Mas Calidad Pico de Gallo's "Pico Limon" from a Dollar Store or Mexican Market
Crushed Red Pepper
4 Cloves Garlic
A Sixer of Old Milwaukee
A Pack of Smokes
A Ass Pocket of Whiskey
Bread

Pour a shot and then open a beer. Turn on Crock Pot to Low, take shot and chase it with beer. Finish the beer and open another. Light a smoke. Put the pork into Crock Pot. Open the BBQ sauce and taste it, it's good. Sip the beer while pouring the BBQ sauce over the pork. You should be able to finish your beer by the time the BBQ sauce bottle is empty. Crack another beer and pour a shot. Take the shot and chase it with half of the fresh beer. Pour the other half into the Crock Pot. Put the smoke out in one of the empty cans. Crush it on your head. Press garlic in to Crock Pot and lick your fingers. Light another smoke and add Pico and red pepper to taste. Put lid on Crock Pot. Pace around the house and finish all of the alcohol, even the hidden stash. Go for a walk and smoke smokes. Arrive at the Asti/G-Honk/Old Tavern. Drink until closing. Start to walk home and make friends with a bum named Reno. Invite him over for Marlboro's Pulled Pork. Find out he's Jewish and doesn't eat swine. That's okay, more for you. Get home eight hours after the first beer was crackd and smell your house... Soul. Go to the Crock Pot and pull apart pork with two forks. Remember that you have another hidden stash of beer in the crisper. Crack one and drink. Put two slices of bread on a plate and slop some of that shit from the Crock Pot on to it. Eat. Repeat any instructions as necessary.

On the Mark

Buck on the Table

The Last Wall

Launch

GbV last night.

TEARLN finds himself in the middle of the crowd near the stage. He is out of beer. Some crunks in the front help him to the stage. BOB hands him the mike.
TEARLN: [to BOB] Do you mind if I pass out on the stage?
BOB: Grab a beer, there's plenty of room.
TEARLN proceeds to grab a beer and then passes out, leaning against the drum risers. He occasionally wakes up to sing along. BOUNCER enters. BOUNCER grabs beer from TEARLN'S hand and leads him outside. TEARLN does not resist, he has had bones broken before at GbV shows.