Monday, September 25, 2017

Monday, September 11, 2017


Let's go to the bathroom
I love a lover that's discreet
first time i heard your voice
was like a lightbulb

she said / he said

My crush is a fat fuck
I like a crush who can shut up

Did you take something from me?
Cuz one thing I hate is to lose something.

The coach sounded really
fucked up on drugs
He made us kneel in 

a choir is screaming
tell me that's not Cher

Saturday, July 29, 2017


MAKEOUT PARTY (actually an old party developed by teenagers)

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

DRUG POEM (2011)

Corrie was hanging out with some punks/workmates at a fire behind the Lodge. She called Ted for a ride home but explained that she didn't know where she was or how to get out. Since Ted and I had been there and Ted had flashlights we set off for the hills. We found Corrie easily despite the swamp but soon realized his cigarettes had fallen from his shirt pocket as had my sunglasses from the same pocket on my own shirt. It was midnight and we thought we were fucked but went looking. It took time to find our past path but both the cigarettes and sunglasses were lying next to each other on the ground. We jumped up and down with our arms raised, screaming with joy. Corrie just looked at us.

Before that, we met up with Matt for BBQ. (The food was unremarkable and went sour over night in both the to-go container and my stomach.) Matt had finished a batch of DMT and took me and Ted to the Isle for a test. Ted had never smoked DMT so he went first: a tunnel with the unmoving head of an animated statue at the end. Matt followed: a scary trip of deformed people in Pepsi t-shirts. He opened his eyes early & walked towards us while experiencing intense hallucinations of bark spinning on tree branches. He said the trip was lasting hours.

My trip: I sat on the ground with my back to a tree and began taking hits. I stared at the trees ahead until they began to move & thought, "I'm ready, here we go..." and put the pipe down. I immediately felt at peace, falling into shifting patterns and gradients of yellow and red. I was hopeful, looking for the people because I hadn't seen them in some time. They were angry at me for smoking DMT after an argument with my girlfriend, Suicide playing full blast.

I was on the inside of a chamber and realized the people were there. They were hiding in the light or made up of it but casually interacting: silhouetted curvy women like those on a truck's mudflap lying on their side cascading into the periphery. In reality, I began to fall over and jumped when my limp body finally gave way. My eyes opened briefly and saw a reminder that I was there: one of my legs. Closing my eyes again, the brief image of the woods and my leg remained but solarized, then stretched and burned apart like film in the gate of a projector.

We drove to the tip of the Isle and sat on the rocks where we each took another trip. This time I was underwater. The visuals were not unlike the reflection of water on the ceiling of a cave. I was drifting and it felt as though I could fall asleep right there. Matt experienced something similar but Ted was back inside the tunnel. Later, I took a third trip and was confronted with a vision of Ted sitting on the rocks. The detail was magnificent: every freckle popping off his face about one foot into the air. He was naked and unmoving, the color of the Statue of Liberty. A three foot crack erupted in him, stretching from face to pubis, and foamy dark green blood gushed from the opening.

Afterward, we went to the Igloo and got peanut butter milkshakes.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017


Surprise clean and
rare shock of
words shaped thoroughly in
the work after we parted
ways instead of
enduring every battle with
a professional tone.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017


who's a slick boy escape
artist which lost his shirt & whistlin
on a fence got his ass
beat back flesh turned
hamburger cab to ypsilanti

Tuesday, February 28, 2017


got hurt on the slopes, thought he was going to pull a sonny
sandy got a blackeye at the pipefitters convention
we had hot cross buns & toast, strange lunch you know but I cant complain,
i say that but i hurt my tooth but then I was eating some finger potatoes
where's the weirdest place you cried

Tuesday, January 03, 2017

9 JAN 2012

Today I farted thrice into the first bite of a 7-11 ultra-sized spicy hot dog. Jalapeno chip dust flew into the back of my mouth causing me to cough up the offending chip & shoot a snot rocket at the same time. That happened four times. Then a woman pulled into the parking lot, looked at me sitting on the ground with my hot dog for ten seconds, and pulled back out.

Saturday, January 02, 2016


I guess I resented the fact that people were doing yoga there?
also the carpet was hella dingy -- i imagined it being a little slicker in therethat said, it was a truly awesome place -- i loved the shades and being able to BARELY see out to the outsideand then when i got outside, the change in the "outside world" was as striking as the change going into DH was.

- by Pete

It was really dark in there, with some simple light displays and Super Loud drone music. Oh, and a shrine to Pandit Pran Nath with a picture and candles and stuff. Nothing really weird happened. I was there by myself and just laid down on a pillow on the floor and tried to zone out for like a 1/2 hour maybe, but I never felt fully safe and able to sink deep into trance like I would've liked to, y'know? There were other people in there just lounging around doing the same and maybe a few couples making out and whatnot. Felt kind of like we were in some 60's Fluxus/Warholian time warp zone, I guess.

- by Justin

Friday, January 01, 2016


ladies & giraffes, barnyard rubles,
rabies cinematheque & baby’s got a blouse on
groan control, are you there major bone?
we were all tits up for ball bag & as you can see: the third sex
x-ray kettle & free bird in Walgreens

i first met everything is canine at a knob in Detroit called cooter & boy did we have a pussyhair
an emotional cushion called enriched wheat & hello flower! -- how are ya?
pickles & fries, I give you holiday tootsie!!

who hated hot dogs in the night, president baby manger?
and I crawled a spider’s ass, half-ripe & tingling
you rolled the dice & fresh fish popped out, a consolation prize for Grand Funk