Red Tin Noodles

We have killed magnificent people and mounted their heads on walls. We have extinguished entire species and dropped monster bombs on enemies. We have kept the serfs under control, but they are restless and grumbling. … Read more

Don’t make fun of the boy with a gun. He hangs about the bazaar every day, rescuing abused American Girl dolls, that he takes home for target practice. Sometimes he whispers secret verses into their … Read more

There’s a portal in the midway that’s leaking secret gasses. Extinct birds in the center lane are taking language classes. While coronets are exorcised and passed out to the masses, the list of devastations can … Read more

A grid of was/saw. A map of state/etats. A circle of gas/sag. The world is mad/dam.

No fox in the hole. Ecological hunting has trimmed the fur from this vale. Vague bones kicked up by marchers are collected by the children as toys. Manufactured sound has disappeared. Question marks of smoke … Read more

Why’s the hot seat so damned cold? Why’s the new world seem so old? If politics are bought and sold, where’s the truth we’re told we hold? What’s the purpose of elections when the money … Read more

Burning photographs does not destroy the past. Our history is etched inside the bone. The smoking world outside our eyes was never made to last. The song of time gone by is just a moan. … Read more

Leg pain in the upright bass. Back ache of the sax. Flat feet tap the odd drum beat. Grooves engraved in wax. Jazz is music’s elder statesman, dizzy possibilities, history’s record of the great men … Read more

Mitt just took a shit upon the Donald. Made him look more clownish than poor Ronald. The stormin’ Mormon’s dump made Drumpf look like a chump. In fact, the dude has been Rosie O’Donnelled!

Back from the dead, he landed on his head, and from his mouth words bled: "There’s nothing to be said." He’d walked into the light, prepared to be contrite, but when the light turned red, … Read more

I hope you’re not too angry that I shaved your old fur coat. The protesters got to me. Fur is murder, it seems. So I’ve disguised the dog as your arthritic uncle and let the … Read more

Pickled desperadoes litter the Andes like mileposts, way stations, altitude markers. Two grams gets you this high. Four grams gets you dead. Above, the peaks beckon like cocaine sundaes. But in the cliffside towns, where … Read more

In a whirlwind of lead, I fled inside my head, imagined myself dead, and met the devil. His horns were pointy red; "Your soul is mine," he said. I wished I was in bed. That’s … Read more

Quit shaking the scenery, Fuzzy. Distorted dimensions distress me. Why is the cow under the moon lowing? And have the leaves of grass been mowed and raked? Eliminate that giant flapping and pay heed to … Read more

If you tell me what you’re missin’, I will tell you what I found. No one out here seems to listen. There just ain’t no common ground. Everything the poor man visions, seems the rich … Read more

To make the jump to frog the mind must polliwog. Would we could all transform and ribbit be the norm.

Sore heels slog through mud-slung meadows. Vested verities abide toasted variations. Slug lines drop and bob in the print morass. Plausibility gives pause, paws at the conscience. Malignant manipulators march in a mean parade. Truth … Read more

Soles in suds on the pub floor as the men all talk of war. They just heard the radio say forty bombers on the way. Drink up, it may be your last. Enemy approaching fast. … Read more