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Gun metal tongue fucker

with a stainless steel vein perforater

trigger fingered block stalkin concrete limp

Soul seller cellar dweller (more…)



to be taken from a life of open

this is the way of this world

we are smothered weakened forces forced and constricted into consumption

fenced ideas fenced in then fenced

traded emotions block chopped by

monsters seling buying and running over those that once were part of the grand scheme

now the merely

promsed to inherit what is not and never ever will be now

the unkept

un cared for

the voiceless

the uninsured

we my children are the economic fatherless society trickin on the row

promised pimped (more…)

Yesterday Christian Alvarez approached me with an interesting idea. A game of Poetic Chess.  A very fun and entertaining exercise and collaboration. Below is the result of said match. Christian Alvarez wrote the first Stanza and I followed with the next and so on and so on.. We invite other contributors to try this exercise and of course we will post the resulting work here in our new category Poetic Chess, Enjoy…

when u saw me pull the clean blade your eyes lit up
Distant reminders of severed heart strings and clipped angel wings
all strung out on my chrismas tree
trimmed with garland, greed, and deceit
dripping on present presents presenting christmas card like reds and the holiday colors..

Filling the gullets of gluttons, gorging on fat little martyrs ripe for the slaughter.
neatly wrapped boxes bowtied and placed pleasently as they should be.. as it should be
because all rules bend under capitol winds
tv eyes we see
sweaters we
claim to be a warm embrace
disguised as spit in your face
wrapped up in confident colors
once a year a smile
a pretend
a pushed
pleasant little prodding reminders
to keep on the blinders
to keep close and
keep score
makeshift memories
mistletoe kisses
mangier Messiahs
and social pariahs
stirring creatures
maids a milking
5 golden cock rings
dripping with lust
now hush
too many wasted tomorrows
drowned in the bottom of a bottle


scribbled bouquets

I’ve got that basic instinct,

peddling doom machines through gods miraculous creation of purple rain puddles (more…)

Casino-Christian Alvarez

Posted: November 14, 2010 in Christian Alvarez, Poetry


i didnt dream last nite i walked the streets
i didnt want last nite but for everything i walked the block (more…)

In my dreams pebbles are miracles
children know that they are gods.
ocean waves crash into chord changes
dawn slips over the horizon and
breaks beats. (more…)

a whole has been arrowed into mother earth and her ocean heart is bleeding black like a
backwards junky..
a sucking needle a tar and blood.
no high
no rush (more…)

write now

right now

im desperate

desperate for the truth i turn away from and yet drown in

this week ive seen fire and ive seen rain.

ive helped my naked mom get her clothes on and brought her down from the most unspeakable fears. (more…)