In 1973 I wrote a bunch of poems. I just posted one of them on my blog.
http://www.scabvendor.com/blog
http://www.scabvendor.com/blog
Here we are again. Tomorrow I am done with Narcisa 2nd edition. Then more will be revealed.
I've fallen off the face of the earth for weeks now. Locked in on a marathon writing mission. Finishing up this huge edit to get out soon.
I'm on Twitter now. Still not sure how the fuck it works but I'm taking direction. Here's the link. Please add me and I will attempt in 140 words or less to describe this blessed and raunchy life here in Rio.
http://twitter.com/jsfuncity
xx JS
http://twitter.com/jsfuncity
xx JS
Hey guys!
So I've been added as a culture editor. I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds kinda cool so whatever.
PLEASE COMMENT ON MY FIRST PIECE!!! If you like it, if you hate it...
"So there was this kid come in the fucking tattoo shop looking to set up and work for the summer. New Jack. Another one...His name was Jason or Jimmy or something like that. Truth is I don't remember his name. Hell, I never remembered any of their fucking names, or faces either. Couldn't be bothered really, not unless they were intelligent or interesting or had that certain something that made them stand out from the vast thundering herds invading the tattoo shop every day looking for work or looking for tattoos...And that was a rare fucking instance, believe me...." read more
So I've been added as a culture editor. I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds kinda cool so whatever.
PLEASE COMMENT ON MY FIRST PIECE!!! If you like it, if you hate it...
"So there was this kid come in the fucking tattoo shop looking to set up and work for the summer. New Jack. Another one...His name was Jason or Jimmy or something like that. Truth is I don't remember his name. Hell, I never remembered any of their fucking names, or faces either. Couldn't be bothered really, not unless they were intelligent or interesting or had that certain something that made them stand out from the vast thundering herds invading the tattoo shop every day looking for work or looking for tattoos...And that was a rare fucking instance, believe me...." read more
NEW YEARS -- 2009
Revelers reveling at dawn
like new aged broken promises to a child
wild eyed and wide open
glowing like chinese fireworks
in an abstract holy moment of perfect terror.
Stark and amazing as a hand slap
last year a mothers love lost
like milk down a sewer
in the parking lot of dreams.
Amazing as dawn captured frozen like foul prey
in an in an insane asylum museum
of wood paneled frozen desires.
Like specimens in a monkey zoo
or a laboratory of funky drums, saxophones and salvation.
Mustard stain of memory
a god's flash slight-of-hand revelation
before the lights go out
and the record begins to play
this crazy life forever again.
Revelers reveling at dawn
like new aged broken promises to a child
wild eyed and wide open
glowing like chinese fireworks
in an abstract holy moment of perfect terror.
Stark and amazing as a hand slap
last year a mothers love lost
like milk down a sewer
in the parking lot of dreams.
Amazing as dawn captured frozen like foul prey
in an in an insane asylum museum
of wood paneled frozen desires.
Like specimens in a monkey zoo
or a laboratory of funky drums, saxophones and salvation.
Mustard stain of memory
a god's flash slight-of-hand revelation
before the lights go out
and the record begins to play
this crazy life forever again.
new blog post on my site, scabvendor. Here's an excerpt. Check it out!
I keep watching the horizon like a shipwrecked sailor, waiting hungrily for any sign of salvation, a message in a bottle. Something, anything....
MORE HERE >> http://www.scabvendor.com/blog
I keep watching the horizon like a shipwrecked sailor, waiting hungrily for any sign of salvation, a message in a bottle. Something, anything....
MORE HERE >> http://www.scabvendor.com/blog
