Monthly Archives: May 2011

this is the ass of America the little dark man says to me sweeping his hand across the skyline as if trying to dissipate the city like smoke the gutter behind us quietly sucks down last night’s rain, almost loud … Continue reading →

I’m watching the giants weave through sycamores like they did three thousand years ago they stomp around and sing until they sprout erections the size of space shuttles with these erections they dispose of their enemies and bellow for the … Continue reading →