Baked Potato Cop with Runny Eggs Eyes

Confessor of Littlefield #8 This is a story within the novel The Confessor of Littlefield. Within the narrative of the novel, this story is written by Adam. It reveals my appreciation for Kafka. Baked Potato Cop with Runny Eggs Eyes I am sucked into a tunnel and spit into an interrogation room, hanging side by…

Granny’s House

Grandma swore when she spoke And with her tongue She gave a nasty poke to anything Grandpa said Good or bad Heaven didn’t give a giver So much as a liver as when Grandpa done did her despite the misgivings he knew he’d have That smile on his face shows no grin just a plastic…

The Beer is Good

Feelin’ a little goofy and thinking about Jerry Reed, who did some great social commentary and satire, along with being an influential guitar player. This roughly hums along with Lord, Mr. Ford from the early 70’s. God is great Beer is good Opie used to live In my neighborhood Until the bank foreclosed And Barney…

Another C-

Comments scribbled on Ralph’s assigned poem on Being in Professor Shill’s creative writing course. Ralph again received a C-. “The corpse within me burning leaps where my shadow falls.” (what?) History=Is. Existence crosses the threshold, advances into the space between was and is, and then 3 feet ahead. Non Conventional. knownothingness? Not nihilation but becoming….

Oedipus Pex

Ralph received a C- from his 12th grade English teacher, Mr. Pinstikler, for ignoring Pinstikler’s warning to avoid using anecdotes for their short story assignment. An egg formed in the universal chicken, begotten by godbecomechicken. Universal chicken laid the egg and hatched it. And then ate it. In fact, godbecomechicken got worn out inseminating universal…

American Success Story

Solo performance of existentialist, working class song by a dude in his early 50s playing electric guitar in his underwear.    

The King’s Highway

Kings highway is always a two lane state road filled with pot holes that meanders through bergs of inbreeders with unscrupulous morals. It is traveled by passive aggressive hags and coots that slow down in the no passing zones and speed up in the passing zones. Calling it Kings HY reminds me of the Tibetan…