Author Archives: byronius

hot dancing by the pool it’s a cool day out irrelevant shout make yourself a shaker ivy-twine overhead a satellitic cone my switch is set to drone i’m the lone believer a way to whirl i’m on the floor i … Continue reading →

i didn’t come here to get my x waxed i came to get the z for my little me-archy semper fi see darkly puffy little b-head the detail gets me all sparkle-headed i been there but i wast to withdraw … Continue reading →

sixteen velvet seconds ‘I’m a free man!’ lovely leafy garret ‘I cannot see the path!’ all the time a tone ‘Verisimilitude eludes you!’ park benches after the rain ‘Walk faster! Be the Air!” hiding in the knotted woods ‘Cease your … Continue reading →

terrible timothy may hot street smear window bicycle with a spiked chain six omens on a string he’s the tooth fairy warehouses of grim memory bales of hay stacked up by the door never can tell the real grin of … Continue reading →

running out into the walnut grove demons on my heels raffish deadly i stayed in the attic for three years they found me yesterday cut a hole in the roof and shimmied down the drain free in the grove at … Continue reading →

Snow. New Drywall. Guitar. Rubber Drums. Dogs. Fireplace. Wild Turkey. Propane Heater. Burned a Hole in the Coat. Groceries. Red Recording Lights. Clay Flutes. Clean Mikes. Half-Inch Tape. The Sound Still Plays. But The Heart is Dead.

elevator walked to the house in the rain, singing quietly in the door and over the dry floor to the large bed. essences waving and the fire crackles smoke leaks through the mortar soon the house is a roaring furnace … Continue reading →

altercat pandemonium drip-dry funk i hear the angels sing from far away midnight thunder lights the steeple cross i’ve been down. tick tech really up stack dinner is served for the dark goodby to all that i’ve asked to see … Continue reading →

jumpin’ jehosephat beanball happy doofus tearin’ up 1963 i don’t listen to that shit anymore dig-dug joustin’ and savin’ the little men pick up the piece and glue it to your face a lovely, lovely mask made for parties and … Continue reading →

in the life of velo one leaped quickly ledge to ledge in the terrabit perfection of our reality no time for talkin’ cupboards bare and the knock on the door fear of spiders fading worse the damned little life movements … Continue reading →

1) we swore on our lamp of gold as a solid step for the feet of man for simple things to become true words in a cold book to rise rivers crossed to bear our backs souls of the fallen … Continue reading →

out for a moment singing a song making up stories i escaped four of us rocking louder than lightning separate but equal that was its name wilder and wilder heads down and grinning somebody watching i start to sing holiday’s … Continue reading →

i’m gay i’m a nurse i’m a boring hippy fake writing homoerotic verse like Rod McKuen while thinking i’m Philip K. Dick from tex-ass. you’re named Kandy Kandy McKannon then he called you – scottish and semi-literate and – a … Continue reading →

do the out and up let’s go sit on the ledge look down on the life who’s that thing right there that’s you andy and you don’t believe it because we don’t EVER see ourselves there i am and i … Continue reading →

john kennedy twisting down like crazy man flappy flippy hands all wippet-hippy freaky-fry swooper shippy and then. john kennedy and me were surfin be boppa vip vap heavy hat my head sweet swillin shop-o-centers you wildy, man! ticky-tack. john kennedy … Continue reading →

this is the story of the cat a kept kitten to be sure, at first life sweet as the love between them the heady, rich year of 1999 before it all fell apart a fight — and She moved out. … Continue reading →

9AM: I approach a small crowd outside the front of the Secretary of State building. I stand and hold my giant sign, proclaiming ‘Massive Voter Fraud’, and ‘Voter Fraud is Treason’, and make eye contact with people passing. Mostly smiles … Continue reading →

I. 5/23/1453 lost in the lofties when the turks drove in the sally port the wave of the hand and the fleet rides planks to the harbor neighborhoods out in the streets unknowing of the coming wave everyone is a … Continue reading →

whatever you say i can’t hear you i’m in a cloud with all my friends torture is the lord’s blessing (big sweet smile) sy hersh says we raped little Iraqi boys to make their parents talk he’s lying, but even … Continue reading →

sweet creamy leather seats two thousand horsepower and a rocket room enough to live in the biggest fattest newest mars tires brake scoops and side spoilers and everything sixteen coats of radiation red video paint with seven clear coats titanium … Continue reading →