As the diminished u s of a burns like a third world tire fire, let us wiggle in your ear and share tart delicacies of this mad universe, selections from the tar pits, the new wasteland, while we wonder, what happened to our vacation days, my 401k?  No love lost, disneyland has wilted like monsanto corn in oklahoma...  the monsoons forgot to come, the water is trapped in what they call trail vapor, you won't find it in your morning news paper...


Chronic Marathon

Nebulous nuances, the desert cries for moisture, the white man cries for love...  they opened his stomach and all they could find were toys, cars, a cum dump doll and forty three dollars.  he died hungry for real things, like family, connection, dignity and pride.  he never saw those listed, he never found them in the aisles of his favorite mega stores, nor at the market where he bought food like products that fueled the watermelon sized tumor in his colon...  his doctors all said he'd be fine, wrote him prescriptions and then went to wine and dine, they played golf in fancy shoes.  that was before the lesions came.  after that they had to close up shop.  

BUZZARD FLY