Saturday, November 23, 2013

Free Spotted Overcoats!

Well, the book, at least.

Yes, this weekend, thru Monday only! Get your free ePub copy of  Spotted Overcoat!

Celebrate Thanksgiving with me a bit early. Get them while they are hot!

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-Denise

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

lockstep


lock step with jordan
and picking at my face
picking what I do, what I do
I don't pick on jordan
and he don't pick on me
we picked up the anhydrous
and no one picked a fight

I'm gonna' cook it here”
ass, jordan, you kill us both
pick your face and pick a zit
pick your friends, my momma said
pick 'em well
I picked my friends and I picked jordan

lock step with jordan
she gonna come later, pick it up”
we could meet her in the woods
or meet her on the street
or meet her by that house
by the gas station
by the church
that they made into a restaurant
so we met her by the empty apartment
by the bar
by the strip club
by the way, she knew the truth
and I was lock step with jordan
and jordan ran to the woods
and then ran back
and we knew someone was coming

ass, jordan, you kill us both
my momma used to cook in the house
but it was meatloaf and tuna and beans
never cooked like this

and someone was coming
and jordan was shaking
and I was sweating like a puddleboy of death
he started to cook
ass, jordan, I screamed
let's go to the woods
and he was shaking
and I swore I heard a siren
and in a half-light dream like damnass scream
I saw the flames

ass, jordan, you gonna kill us
and he was mumbling, mumbling shaky deathwords
and why he took the white gas to burn the stuff
I'll never know

white gas fail-pass white trash can
bake a crankman and a crankman can
ass, jordan, your face is melting
and the car is burning
and the stuff is going
and the house is catching
we got running

ass, jordan, your face is melting
so I dropped him by the clinic
by the grocery store
by the shelter
by the river
right outta my car
and his ass jordan melty face
all crispymelt eye-slit scary
and I ain't gonna walk
lockstep with jordan no more

Monday, November 18, 2013

Hidden

When you lost
Your friend, child, 
Mother, brother,
Our combined tears
Mixed together
To nourish
The water angels
Who came to care for them
When the flood waters came
With a complex power
From the deep
Without reason, 
Making no sense
As you go hungry
Hearts sink
Souls go numb,
The deck of cards
Is cut and warped
From a water stain

Monday, November 11, 2013

apparent self-strangulation

hanging by a thread
and hanging by a rope

they gave him enough rope

rope burn hives like beef-jerky twine
kick the stool if no one kicks it for you
drop like a sack of lead
if the lead in the paint don't kill you

i got the cash, i got the cash”
you got the crank?”
i got the crank”

he got the rope
he got the stool
and a rope burn hive like beef-jerky twine
solid as breath
stagnant as death
and hoop-holler nightmare
stool-kicking time

waste it left and right in a blur
sexcrankroadtripsexcrankbloodknife
knocking over motels
knocking over gas stations
knocking over line after line after line
steelcold crystal burn like baking lime
and a rope burn hive like beef-jerky twine
run and cut
run and cut
runcutruncutruncut
cut his neck and
cut his crank and
cut his life and
cut it short and

cut

Friday, November 8, 2013

mick-boy sells it all (meth and sex and hope)

burned up hole-hide
hiding in the ash
hiding in the
little tiny bits
little tiny bits of ground up bone
ground up bone
and the parts that don't burn away to dust
hiding in the hole
that a hole-hiding
death-trap wizard sold as a dream
dream in a death-trap
and slap yourself silly 
with your high-priest scream

done it all, done it all
we have all done it all
but the death trap wizard did it more and better
(for more and better is what we like)
with a day of crank-stuck sex and sweets
stick in a place where it hurts more than usual

sure, you've done it all
we all did it all,
and the life you live in the life you live
looks like ash and bits of bone
and crank-stuck sex and sweets
offered on the corner of your perfect life
you death-trap wizard sliding high-priest steam
with the steam that bleeds
and never burns away to dust
in a crank-stuck stream


you wizard, you