I Was A Teen Aged Cam Whore

FridayFlash ~ From the files of Buck Gabriel comes the shocking tale of a good little girl gone bad under the sinister tutelage of a dirty minded hooligan with nothing left to lose and a penchant for taking whatever he could get his filthy maggot paws on.

Funny

It's funny how it ended,
Over a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich.
And by funny I mean funny like
The guy who lives across the street from the park
And drives a big white van with no windows
Or the taste of milk vomit

When I say funny I mean funny like slamming your face
Into a concrete wall
With a mouth full of thumbtacks
That kind of funny.

Carroll's Road (epic romantic poem with reading)

A large body of epic romantic poetry fills the volumes of the craft.

The romanticization of the Highwayman is a common theme. I felt it was time to expose the darker side of these scoundrels.

On Your Feet

It was early August when we
Shaved our heads
Sold everything
Bought small arms and camping gear
Got tattoos
And flung ourselves under the wheels of a semi trailer
Going twenty-five
Across the countryside
On the back of a flatbed train car
At midnight
Through a Georgia graveyard.

kiss (graphic art poetry)

My friend Davinci's Donut turned my poem "kiss" into a cool comment-sized graphic.

Poetry: How to write it.

Writing poetry is easy, writing good poetry is damn difficult. Here's how I try to do it.

First off, I'm accepting of differences.

As long as the poem you write gets you off, makes your soul sing, scratches that itch in the back of your heart, it's effective.

Poetry, like sex and food, is mostly a matter of personal taste. It doesn't matter how "good" a poem is on an objective scale, the experience is entirely subjective. 

But, there are some things that can make any poem better.

I-35 (poem)

#I-35
Sunset starts at 4pm
Setting fire to naked birches
Penetrating virgin snow
Dusting forgotten fields of interstate

The hills rise and fall
Like my slow breath

The golden chariot dances
Like a whore
Before the pounding undulation
Of concrete beats
Marking time

Bullshit Burrito

Bullshit Burrito

Ladies and gentlemen step right up.
Come taste the shit you have sown.
Follow me to the kennel to see
How big our little puppies have grown.

Galaxies Colliding (a metaphorical love poem)

Galaxies Colliding

When galaxies collide,
It takes a long time.

Sometimes one gets trapped in the other's enormity,
And can never pull away again.

Sometimes neither one survives.

Sometimes gravity knocks planets around;
Down black rabbit holes like cosmic billiards,
Splashing through nebulae,
And smearing dark matter
On the walls of a chuckling God's clean living room.

Sometimes suns swap systems,
Asteroids tear through atmospheres
And vaporize crusts into colossal acne pocks
For future life to live within and puzzle over.

But most times,
When galaxies collide
Nothing inside of either one
Ever gets close enough to touch.

Image courtesy of Tom Brown of Baltimore

Ask A Cat (poem)

Ask A Cat

Whispers fade swiftly.
To catch the cloak of a muse,
you've got to be quick as the dream.

A cat can't say,
"Oh look,
there is a mouse.

I will get it
when I am
done
with this...

nap."

Kitty knows the options
are giving chase or giving up,
and moves
while he still has the legs.