Headbanging Thunder fizzles out— Hector the room mechanic selling strawberries on the corner of Jones & Tropicana, off white Bentleys roll by... Heavy metal strippers sliding down silver poles to greet salacious mobs— cheap beer & buzz cuts, fake tans & spandex dreams over-compensating alpha-morons swingin' bullshit shovels. Clinking bottles of Cristal, wowed by an … Continue reading The VGP Flashback #4
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The VGP Flashback #3
Illusion of Art The sentences come back as I write them & resent being erased, deleted, or changed. They're ineradicable now, welded like buckshot remnants to that invisible page of desire where the impetus to make art awaits impatiently, as fingertips strafing Braille in your unconscious mind where it's always 3 a.m. in Scott Fitzgerald's … Continue reading The VGP Flashback #3
The VGP Flashback #2
Vulnerable The heart is an organ of fire. --Herodotus Layers of defenses peel away, rice paper shredded beneath heat metal hands, lightening glass sparks. You unearth the hollow beneath my heart, once constricted. Make it blossom full-petaled... A flower fed on tears flames to life, too intense for restraint. The edge of your fingers fillet … Continue reading The VGP Flashback #2
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