Rainbow killer

I killled a rainbow once trapped inside a soap bubble crying to be let out safe to say I burst its bubble I sat in the bathtub and pondered late into a warm June night over that one line Bukowski wrote about people being fully clad in rain and naked in bathtubs and it didn't… Continue reading Rainbow killer

Cats and God

There are times while smoking a cigarette I think about cats orange furballs and their vampire teeth God seems like a whimsical designer throwing tantrums, designing avant garde Persian cats and other Squibbles for the fall collection then breaking down and calling Alley-cats the Devil's handiwork for it smells of the masses but I know… Continue reading Cats and God