( via / oil painting by me )

" 'Don’t worry about the drinks,' she whispered. 'I just put them on Van Morrison’s tab'."

“Vengeance is mine saith the Lord but this morning He's going to fucking well have to share.”

― Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife via @adamsnotes

Weeds.

"before & after wasabi"

1.
spidey bode garbanzos
bent catloaf sensor
hive bivouac inhabits
as the whole light polevaults
into ash ape ramparts

2.
the murders that occur are gentler things
commission in the cradle, ones & oughts—
though terrible enough when witness falls;
& there are no detectives avid like these,
& ev'ryone knows who, already, helpless.

3.
chip by chip · on the chain gang
      still mad sick
   in the pale crib
stained cup antelucan
& roadkill unwailing
fly out of the · fly bottle
moldy lemon · in fridge door
       maintenance
   with a bullet

4.
the T's have somehow gotten
all mixed up with the M's

"I believe that religion did a great disservice to the word soul by grabbing it for its own goody-bag."