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
Indie Lit
Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 4
Exhaled blank vault to an abyss reduced my shadow my shadow cast upon bare white walls brail of death of an insurmountable blindness filth of corrupt night endless storm of the unflexed hand that quivers beneath the weight of the dark churning the pale pulse laughter of where the ripe blood has flown stripped bare … Continue reading Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 4
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
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