as the steam from my urine coalesced with the smoke from my dangling cigarette
and my beer bottle beat out a pulsing rhythm on my thigh
to match the muffled whump of bombs.
I am, I be
These here words are fer readin' and thinkin' 'bout 'fore I run outta apostrophes. I don't wanna die before my book comes out so this site is dedicated to the dissemination of information in its multitudinous forms. The Lone Haranguer: A phantom heckler who rides past the king's window frequently to shout "The king is a fink!" The king has suffered anxiety over the stranger, but has never succeeded in capturing or identifying him.