generally jesus christ

WRONG TURN

at the corner of My Youth

and This S**t

dance cards, terminal

reality, cynics..

internal bleeding

and winters

and picnics

and NO F*****G COPS

PERMITTED ON PREMISES

devils and diplomats,

judges and harlots

darkening

funeral parking

lots

shuffle past, make some

polite little noises,

dig in the cellar,

fill pockets with rocks

like anchors, alarming,

disarming the guards,

dismantling armor,

dark skies in the yard,

black dogs

and bad business,

bad blood

and black hearts

fill this house-fire

on the horizon.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sort of like Holden Caulfield meets avant-garde poetry...

disarming the guard who catches in the rye.

i like the in-your-face style you have.

blunt force trauma to the mind.

there is the off color language at times...but it doesn't stand out to draw attention to itself for shock value..it fits and runs together nicely with the rest...it's just real.

will enjoy reading more of you---

jacob

[Rob Santana]

Crazy a*s write,I like it .

[DrD]

I agree with Jacob, this is a slap in the head, like-it-or-leave-it style that is so brutally honest it becomes appealing. It certainly appealed to me.