Kris Miss Something about junkiesNew York city sleazethe hands of clap, murder wrap, electric razor bleeds I seen you reflecting neoncigarette burns on your wristscity grime in your auburn wig, bruises on your knees Let’s celebrate the city that never sleeps24 hour opportunitycocaine flowing freely Take a BIG Bite from the Big Apple, yellow trailsContinue reading “Kris’s Miss”
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*(ASSimilation)*
*(ASSimilation)* Below is a A poem by D.U.M. Here is D.U.M. in his own words D.U.M. is a poet, writer & author who’s work over the last 30 or so years has been published in such journals as BBQ Sandwich, EATING Crow, CRusty Fuck & many others. He currently lives & writes in Upstate HELLContinue reading “*(ASSimilation)*”
Concrete Juice Bar
Concrete Juice Bar Tammy LoveOn her knees at 1 am 42 Street givingelbow grease and jiffy wax to Jumpin Johnny’s Hot Rod Cock inside a dimly lit Buddy Booth …cigarette burned linoleum …. opentin of Moroccan hash, a slab of black bun tar Fanned out bell bottoms on fine fine Black Ass, inrollers and wavesetContinue reading “Concrete Juice Bar”
Wasted Angel
Wasted Angel Wasted angelGargoyle rooftopsguardiansSee the cummingOfSinister Samdressed inshadowsarmed with switch blade Talents He can carve his Name Into anybody’s soul All aboardLast reproachHeremains aloneIn a distant Dusty seat Of the LastScheduledPassenger cartheL trainSlowly rollsaway… Three stops laterAt precisely 12:05am(the dicks would later call in) BrandishingHis knife-edgedneon IntentExposes her breast In Full form In publicContinue reading “Wasted Angel”
Summit of the Crest
Summit of the Crest There is danger in her written word She’s the Queen of Queens with Aphrodite smile She’ll cut you down in a moments notice and leave you there to die True beauty is locked away From male ego and false promises I feel her language deep in my bonesWe share secret bondsContinue reading “Summit of the Crest”
Queen Bessie 👑
Queen Bessie 👑 Alone Wrapped in a thermal blanket of despair fingers knotted like a rusted bench vice in some drunken Mechanic’s shop A Real tar baby. Getting her fixes popping more loaded balloons than a New York clown on crack. PoP PoP PoPAnother then another Then another She may be Thick and Full ofContinue reading “Queen Bessie 👑”
Silver Surfer
Silver Surfer The sound of Cupid echoes from afar, the impossible blue of a lover saying goodbye A young girl standsover a brink…taking a final chance to be loved.Her ribcage hollow she dies inside… a little more each moment that passes byFetal position against the wallholding onto fragile pieces ofsanity not wanting it to beContinue reading “Silver Surfer”
Candy
Candy The Lower East Side clothed himConcreteBathed his soulHe dropped candylike Jesus gave away fishHe takes not saves souls This Fat Cat Groovy GroomerSpread out Fifty dollar thunderclouds like peacock feathersReeling in and stealingSixteen year old hookersJailbait on crackdrugstore prostitutesfedfrom his gaudeOver jeweledprimate hands A real Mr. East RiverBig BIG SmileOversized teeth andLIPSHis breath wreakingContinue reading “Candy”
Star
Star The warmth and genuine solitude were welcomed friends at the end of a typical hectic in and out of costume, on and off stage, everything rush rush rush day. She was more than ready to embrace this moment, to catch a beat, catch her breath, have a moment of clarity all to herself thatContinue reading “Star”
Third Rail Lines
.Finding her way back to purgatory Aboard the L train Somewhere between Eighth Avenue andChelsea street Raindrops and decaying buildings blur together in High speed motionpicture silence through fingerprint markings of cold public transportation windows Lost in the memories of yesterday’s from Rockaway Parkway and Coney IslandShe had once surrendered to his limp waxen style…Continue reading “Third Rail Lines”
Wood Cellar Vinyl
Afternoon Sun .The afternoon sunBeats down on allthat are exposed sittin’ on Brighton LineSlowly descendingThen silently disappearingmotionless beyond our visceral cognitive perceptionThis dirty City Skylinepaints murals of abandoned hope here we raise pigeons as cabbage we exchange dreams for sexual favours. Holly still haunted by her absences of yesterday this callhome Huddled in doorwaysThe shadowsContinue reading “Wood Cellar Vinyl”
Final Girl
Final Girl All the things in the worldThat made no difference in the endI wish that I had knownHow little I knew back then…Turning back the timeI see that something in your eyesA reflection of what might have beenI finally realize….. In a moment You were gone I knew it All alongYou slipped awayYou couldn’tContinue reading “Final Girl”
Here’s Looking At You
“Ms.”
A frozen moment,in 1965In a New York apartmentModest wealth here we resideA comedy of errorsI won’t be repressedFacing life with laughterIs this yesterday’s dress?A struggle for identityI have dreams tooWhy is he threatened?It’s always been the two!He just doesn’t have “it”He tried and he triedThe echo of cricketsUp on the stage he diedResentment, festeringHe couldContinue reading ““Ms.””
Letter to a Princess
I hope that these words find you well. You made me long for a time in New York that I would truly Never know but sounded absolutely delicious! I have been, but only for a few days… Becoming one with the electric city, as pirates, dressed in bagels baubles and bells as one waitress exclaimed.Continue reading “Letter to a Princess”
If I Were Andy Warhol
If I were Andy WarholThe things that I would seeIf I were Andy Warhol All the things that we could be If I were Andy WarholCamera, paint, in handI would capture AmericaAs it Truly isAnd one day They would understand If I were Andy WarholOne day I would be seenMore than character, artist PoP cultureContinue reading “If I Were Andy Warhol”
Nostalgic Haunts
Full on brooding thoughtsIndiana skyline barren blueDrawn between two actsOne hushed one embracedSilent moments within the eyesWild madness next of kinEmotions paintedAcross silver canvasCelestial beings wait to receiveSubtle genius soon loosed acrossFiery pavement at the costOf high noon sunMelodies. Trivialities.Beat. Kicks.Shadow cliquesWallflower dancing aloneForever more (Matthew Bowers) ~93©2021
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 