“I Will Make Your Trophy Beautiful” I wish to live my life, and without a brain go to my grave. Only Amor. All my life, I have been chasing the muse, when the muse has been here the entire time, … Continue reading Poem: “I Will Make Your Trophy Beautiful”
With all Amor and blessings to you, I share here my video of the 2022 American Pit Bull Terrier National Conformation Championship at the Salt Lake County Fairgrounds, Utah! Get up-close and personal with the Truth—the best, most spirited athlete … Continue reading American Pit Bull Terrier National Conformation Championship!
“Good News” It was delivered once again I jumped on the bed of annihilation at three o’clock in the morning Bed of gunpowder—fuel for firecrackers It exploded because it burned in emptiness all the time HedonismPartyingTakingTakingAlwaysTaking I actioned that as … Continue reading Good News
What is Amor? Here it is: No Greater Love 🙂 Continue reading What is Amor? No Greater Love
“Hands of Day” Everything that I can say begins with words, inexact words that attempt idolatry in a world where there is nothing more to know. These are my hands that can say nothing, but they reach out for something … Continue reading “Hands of Day”
“Stranger on the Street” I ask from somewhere unknown— “How long does love last?” The answer comes from someone I do not know— “It is a flash of lightning that shows the soul. It is not memory lingering or future … Continue reading “Stranger on the Street”
“A Game of Pool” Today I will use time wisely and sing my song the way it is. My desire, my will, is the 8 Ball in the corner pocket. I sink it, and there goes my life. Did I … Continue reading “A Game of Pool”
Enjoy King of the Streets, Frisco City Lowrider Show 2022! Cruising Sol Oldies Playlist: “Hello, San Francisco” by Sugar Pie DeSanto “The One Who Really Loves You” by Sugar Pie DeSanto Continue reading King of the Streets Frisco City Lowrider Show 2022!
“Propaganda Poem” Is it possible to write a poem with no feeling, no nothing, no love? A propaganda poem? Here, let me try: —To write about capitalism that got drunk off Coca that turned into blood that killed itself—diseased from … Continue reading “Propaganda Poem”
“San Pancho: 415 Til the Wheels Fall Off” A woman walks down 24th, turns right onto Balmy Alley, and pauses to flex at the Mission Makeover Mural. Why does she smile when she lights her blunt? It is style to … Continue reading “San Pancho: 415 Til the Wheels Fall Off”