blood red wine glass in mommy’s pale hands
does nothing to tame the wild
bestial children of comfort gnawing rats
disease oozing down exorcist steps pollen
snotgreen in rain pools egg yolk riverfalls
down exorcist steps down to the river like
backseat schoolbus yellow piss stream
river touching leather baby shoe with new car smell
of fresh blood stillborn wanting unborn wanting
flowing downriver in snotgreen ooze
flowing to a pee-pee and plastic ocean new life
semen pollen snot kindergarten new car smell
noseblow like broken egg splatter
of decaying blood vampire devil children
kindergarten wanting all-giving mommy mommy rotting
egg stench new car smell steps into pee-pee water
down exorcist steps idle vampire blood
comfort excess in idle tower bonethin
plastic grandmother diamond encrusted
horse teeth woman driven by migrant au pairs
devil children ass encrusted with candy shit
ass wiped by dark race of surplus labor mothers but
bonethin plastic grandmother never had to work a day in her life
sick green preripe unborn fruit unborn thoughts
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On a cold rainy spring Saturday evening the defense secretary rode in a convoy of black SUVs from the pentagon to Georgetown. His wrinkled face looked out the tinted raindripping windows to the bright green blossoming trees in Arlington cemetery, the soil fertile with the nutrients from the collective rot of thousands of heroes. The sun was setting over the skyscrapers of Rosslyn. The rays of sunlight gave the words “Raytheon” and “BAE Systems” a heavenly glow of anticipation from the tops of the glass towers. A rainbow had been visible earlier.

Blaring sirens from the front of the convoy parted traffic for the important passenger as they crossed the Key Bridge. Tourists in shorts and raincoats gawked at the convoy from the sidewalk, wondering what important dignitaries were inside the mysterious, serious SUVs. Perhaps some of them even guessed correctly. The convoy soon turned off M Street and drove up the darker and narrower streets of Georgetown, brightly shady under the nubile leaves of spring in the fading light. They drove up to an inconspicuous townhouse building in the Federal style architecture of the neighborhood, partially hidden by a large garden stinking fresh in the cool rain.  Continue reading

“Humpington Plantation: a Satire” by @mcrumps

It was a beautiful day on the plantation and I was swagging in my new designer petticoat, early adorned as per usual and carefully too. It was important, so delicate and promising that I felt there to be a sort of moral imperative, an imperative to the eros of fashion, an eros that the later heat would do nothing to sour. I observed Ellen as she exited the main house after an early breakfast while the dew was still wet on the grasses and drooled at the wetness of her feet from afar. I watched from the windows of the guest house graciously and indefinitely granted to me by Master Humpington, the master and overseer of the expansive Humpington Plantation. Continue reading