Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Untitled The Kakocracy has finally won. Didn’t you know that? The rats at the helm No longer fear the rat catcher. He was been bought a long time ago And is nothing more than an errand boy Or file clerk Continue reading Untitled by Matthew Abuelo
Untitled Pulling into post office, notice the flag at full mast, think, why the fuck isn’t it at half-mast? Not a minute later, Public Works guy lowers it halfway down. Might as well just leave it there.
de Kooning’s Untitled (1966) An afterthought, really, dashed-off to get to the fucking, there, boom, now gimme some. She’s lean, spread-eagled, dolled-up, thigh-highs, a mad-scribble thatch of hair, pussy like a devil’s claw. Unpublished poem from the Precis of Genius Continue reading de Kooning’s Untitled (1966) by Hosho McCreesh
I have sat one too many evenings
watching old men eat their last meal
one eye on the dessert the other
on the obituary column
