poetry in lotion

By Terry Finley I never wanted to tit fuck anybody as much as I want to tit fuck you but you’ll say “I’m not looking for a hook-up” and I’ll be lying when I say I’m not either forgive me, that’s only half true… I do. I do want to tit fuck you. but that’s […]

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Shit Burnin’ Detail

By Aaron Kiser The secret to burning shit is to have the right formula of fuel: enough for combustion and slowburn endurance – one part Mogas and three parts diesel. Sergeant Fossil looks us in the eye when he says that he’s been burnin’ shit in the army since the police action in the Dominican Republic […]

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stickfigure jesus

By Terry Finley looking through the glass door to my soul at the stick-figure relief hung like Christ from the opposite wall slit-wristed by God himself suicide by paterfamilias deicide by deity identification murder by religion whatever your reasonable rationalization the door’s turnkeyed to visible not tactile access and there’s nothing else there but all […]

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Salt Lake

By Scott Morris “Do you like Salt Lake?” he asked, extending the thick joint towards me, pinched between two bony fingers. “Yea,” I said, looking at it closely. I’ve always loved the look of a burning joint. The ember leapt and retreated, moving slowly down the cylinder. It usually looked more interesting after a few […]

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