Stephen Huddlestone
Rudy Love

huffing paint
and chatting about
the vaporized dank
and china white
at the party-
there's a man
who sings
every thought
and retail managers
and a multitude of
beer cans with
women on them-
and a bed for
the wasted
and a motorcycle
for the adventurous
and dog biting for
the masochists
and a thirty-six
hours stay
for a wandering poet-

*

Quick Fuck With A Stranger

this moment
is imperative-
it may be
all we ever
get-

*

Hermits On The Fringes

I started listening
to hermits on the fringes
and what it is
they hunger for-
and the fluctuations
of their daydreams

most flounder
but the intrigue
evokes a sense
of perspective
and I'm baited
by their scripts
and clustered
by the probability
that I too
am misplaced-

*

Lisp Mimicry

the angry girl
in cobwebs
eating apples
declines your
illuminations-

she's an amateur
mortician
murdering the
radiance of
scolded conquistadors-

I thought
rock bottom
would have had
softer edges-

*

Overdoses/Recollections

lesions
on the back-
and a quick fuck
from the boi
pulling you
into his world
of powders,
porn and pills-
and a lifestyle
to suit-
overdoses,
recollections
and a non-stop
craving
for whatever
gets you up
off that
blood and cum stained
mattress
that always
gathers people-
who want some
of your time
in exchange for
what you're needin'
to fight off
the withdrawal-
you loathe it
when it comes
swiftly like
the jackass
who poses with
his gun
and gets off
on the bruises
he gives
to make himself
relevant
and more than
his position
in this collapsing
society-
that crystallizes
my scorn and
the demand for escape-