Blackboulder

Mama moo moo oink oink Huddle in a muddle O how much the teat means! O how the teat swings! Hang slow and low Sweet chariot of…… Read more “Mama Moo”

In our nationally time-honored tradition, here’s a little bogus food history for all you KRAUT-O-PHILES and MOTHERFUCKIN FOODIES out there.  BE WARNED!  Everything is bullshit, especially the…… Read more “NUTRITION CORNER”

Just me and Shitbag.  We’re going through it at his mom’s house.  She’s almost dead and he stands to inherit the farm and this place.  It isn’t…… Read more “Hanging at the Hacienda with Shitbag.”

      Becky don’t know My Becky don’t know The poisoned shadows The sunken tomorrows And every time she turn around She’ll find her time Running…… Read more “Becky Don’t Know”

    Where is the will To live To love To be free? Has it been Newspapered over Bled Dragged through Cubicles The light of existence Drained…… Read more “Iridium”

Sobbing flesh bags, swinging strips of scar tissue suspended by hooks- studded straps- ceiling to floor and in the corner.   Crimson drapes flow heavy, snuffing light.  The…… Read more “Dawning”

Her:  So many voices talking over one another, all competing with a TV that’s never off; it provides the nonsensical background to our (my) increasingly ridiculous and…… Read more “Our Rut”