Beankowski, friends, ladies and gentlemen. pic.twitter.com/E22BWRjAxt
— mb (@tumblindice70) June 19, 2022
Humor
high voltage

let us praise sweet baby Jesus
for this liver of mine
these combat boots circa 1989
the fuck you nose in the air Lost Angelina flair
thank my lucky stars for me growing up between the nickel and old school Hollywood
i like a mold among the sparkly tinsel glow of all of those who have come and gone
but i am still here, ha!
and to the goodness let us thank you too for gifting me the shadows of Bukowski’s foot steps his words and his bungalows over on the east side
thank you universe for allowing me the courage or something to taunt my teachers with the scratching of my internal she balls
and my mohawk and knee scabs after countless drunken skateboard falls while attempting to take a calculus test
thank you God for the life You have let me have and the free will to let me feel the punching caresses of the days gone by

to Falstaff with love
drank
the
wine
of
sin
zipped
through
a
fog
of
wrong
time
to
face
the
music

*thanks to Rob Banks for the cool idear
gen x’er goes to work haiku
rancid on bluetooth
driving alone on the 10
number crunching day
not for nothing

lighten up

carora borealis

veinte adios ciaosito cariño
tonight i let go
joy at my feet
smile my
mouth red
lipstick
bon voyage
once the strike is stroked
i hope never to return
our Grady of perpetual (fill in the blank)

original picture by Rob Banks
caffeine haiku after binging on chocolate covered coffee beans all night
animals have beautiful coats because they didn’t bite the apple