Live Nude Poems

Country Bullshit Childhood written after hearing off-mic news announcers make fun of some people I could know poof

And this one is really drafty. Somehow I'm invoking God in these last few poems, and I don't normally think in those terms, because I'll wither if I do. Anyway. Signs

Jesus in the Ghost Room Talks with the Father Jesus fills the cancer room with stuttering ghosts. It's something about salvation; (deleted)

I've decided not to post all my NaPo poems here, just some. Especially since folks have shown interest in publishing some of them later on I feel like I should just make them disappear from here. Anyway, here for a couple days at least: This Far Just once I'd like to successfully Piss my name into a snow bank (redacted)

Fire I've not much to say about fire, not much more than will appear. . . This poem appears courtesy of Kurt Nimmo at Busted Dharma .