Brown penetrates white
Under my watchful eye
As I peer from outside
The glass
Cloudy
With anticipation
The silhouette writhes
Stirring
White becomes black
I’ll finish when they do.
God, I love waiting for C. Thomas Howell to make a sequel to Soul Man.

Today, I saw a girl in a leg cast. I wanted to kick it.
When people speed up on the highway to prevent me from passing them because they have some deluded fantasy that the Ghost of Dale Earnhardt’s mustache is somehow engulfing their Subaru in an invincibility cloak, I often pray that a semi [...]

I’ve written a brand new bio for The 10th Street Hobos. Enjoy.
Love,
Shabaas
Once below a bright blue crescent moon, two warrior poets danced angrily, spilling ambrosia and semen, screaming toward the heavens, “We’re out of hot dogs, you horny mother fucker!!” And on the seventh day, it rained; delivering a torrent of cobblers, meats and song. [...]