Get Stuffed

On a sofa in a trailer park doing meth with someones sister brother took her ‘fore I did the shame of it both are born again the final judgement isn’t mine. Richard Quest confessed – not about the girl – he got a motorcade plus a raise but I’m not British can’t stage an English … Continue reading

International

I awoke in Bangkok, swathed in Swedish duvet, aroused by the scent of happy hibiscus from Korean vases, to chatter, drifting in with the wind from Englishmen next door, swearing in German at hangovers consigned by Russian vodka. Hunger, gnawing at preferences, French croissants, with classic Seville orange marmalade. Imperial Maybelline, pit-a-pat on Persian rugs … Continue reading

Four Rooms

Day one: don’t be afraid, they’re just pills, but an hour later emotions swarmed, buzzing terror, wrenching gut and nowhere to go but in the shadows, where bliss played hedonist at my expense. Day two: deja vu, the sweet shone through but the vessel collapsed, exhausted from cavorting in the light. Day three: torrential tears, … Continue reading

Santa! Down Here.

The sticky, candy-coated popcorn, that’s what he bought, when he got luck. Those little packs of sticky came with a balloon. Reds, orange, yellow and blues, hope, but there’s only one in each. A pack of six, balloons, that is, sealed in plastic, held together with card and steel clips, in three square inches, that’s … Continue reading

Die Another Day

Die if you must, but it doesn’t have to be today. For God’s sake. The Terminator travels back through time to protect Jesus. Visit Nerd on the Bridge to see how it ends (MAD-TV Parody).

Until Tomorrow

The killer! Nineteen slugs to the chest. Paltry return, burned, by swan songs from Sam, poor thing, disintegrating in the ladies room, suffering the torment of men in short penises, one of four selfish bitches leeching my patience dry. Just another egg, hatching cops courting thugs, with phrases, such as ‘you may go’, no bust a … Continue reading

The Final Nail

*** Kenny got shot dodging bullets he thought weren’t real but failed to put him down, proud scowling from his death-bed, fed on fear of pink slips and “no toys for Xmas kids, Daddy’s in recovery,” six feet deep in hospital sheets, tripping at God-Speed, fleeing devils that exist only in the mind firing broadsides, … Continue reading

Those Hamburgers

Excerpt from the screenplay ‘Serenade of Crime’ EXTERNAL – DOMINICK’S HOUSE – DAY [JOEY MENZA(42), a hard man, comes through the front door with JIMMY, a big man, and walks to one of TWO CARS parked next to a LIMOUSINE. He takes the cigarette from his mouth, flicks it away.] JOEY MENZA Remember Jimmy, he tries jerking … Continue reading

Bishop takes Queen

Here we are. Have a look in this store window. Show some interest in those wares. Look harder – spy her between the mannequins sitting behind the counter reading. Scribbling. Reading. Florida Müller. She glances up and outward and squints a little with pricked interest at a possible discovery, and I am loath to see … Continue reading

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