SON OF ADOLF

The Son of Adolf is walking down Howard St.
The Son of Adolf is yelling in broad daylight

An American flag hangs off the rooftop of a rowhouse behind him
The trees are in full bloom, he doesn't notice

The Son of Adolf

wearing blue camouflage shorts
carrying a black duffle bag
His blue eyes glisten
His blonde hair hidden by a hat
He yells, I listen:

"Don't mess with a mess,
You're not gonna light up,
you're gonna burn, bitch
If you want to suck my dick
you're gonna have to lick my ass...
I am the Son of Adolf"

SCRIBBLINGS FROM A NOTEBOOK #2

A girl in a wedding dress waiting at a New Jersey bus-stop,
uncut grass all around

Cold & brutal ambient destruction, ruthless pounding

Slowly seeping into your subconscious, pleasantly taking control,
planting seeds, making suggestions
thinking that it's your own decision

The smell of shitberries fill the small alleyways of Center City, Philadelphia: Quince, Latimer, St. James

My girl Missy never comes but she's always here:
teasing & tempting but never letting.

Guido Charlie, Aryan Lucy & Black Stan

Saucer of Loneliness, Eugene Andolsek, Crime Dreams, Savage Skulls, Roberto Fonseca

Hatred, Pains & Positivity

When I'm laying in that hearse, so peaceful & nice

When I a make a selfish decision it seals my fate

Melanie Hammond Smith, Little David Speaker, VRILL

Inherited laziness, cultural egomania, thinking suicide is a punishment

Loud Spanish music in a Kensington bar

"A Normal Man's Biggest Wish"

I have a catalog of your fears stashed away in my brain.

It's the Masonic Devil in me, perpetuating secret societies. Unlinked, unbeknownst other than to others with the same unseen character.

Wes Almond, Les Montgomery, Summer Bump

Cocaine Dreams, Codeine Pre Sleep

"In Atlantic City, on Pacific Avenue, at the Abel Manor, you can't fall asleep", She cried.

Monoculture, human future, Crack Cocaine, Heroin, LSD,
When I am Old

"Hey Little Woman"

actual scribblings from a notebook, not a poem, no phrases were written in relation to each other if there is a space between them

CELL PHONE SET #29

Another Cell Phone Set. Number 29. Not much to say about these. The top photo is my new apartment. It's on the same street that I live on now. Bottom photo: note the modified cardboard box cages on the top.

MY HAGGARD MILF

She was a waitress, she smoked for years

and in 12 years she hasn't cried a single tear

She loves a good drink and needs a young man

its not even clear if she does this to feel young again

Her skin is like leather and her lips the same

her jacket too, the leather to conceal the pain

She was married to at least one alcoholic bear

I know this by his initials tattooed on her ear

sometimes when we are finished and laying there

I hear a perfect silence, a stillness in the air

My Haggard MILF doesn't love me

and I like it that way

FETIÇO

Standing, hiding in an alleyway

watching people look over their shoulders.

I make a slight ruffling sound and

watch them look around.

There's a thin coat of snow on the ground

but that doesn't matter very much

I got here, to this receded doorway

before it landed.

I'm looking in the windows.

Watching steam rise from the sidewalk

Watching my breath meet the air

Passerby's, imagining someone to be watching

thinking what kinds of things I could be thinking.

Quickening their pace,

wondering if in the receded doorway

they actually caught a glimpse

of a hidden man's face.

I don't know exactly what's going to happen tonite

That's why I came down here.

Hidden between the buildings

testing others & my own fear.

CELL PHONE SET #28

Finally another cell phone set. This one is #28. It's been a while.

The top photo was taken on Allegheny Avenue, near Kensington Ave. This cross looked pretty ominous in the foreground of a smoke-filled sky. It was taken the same day as a previously posted picture, the middle photo of Cell Phone set #25.

The middle photo is more of a story than a photo. The middle emblem is approximately 8 ft. tall. It is on the wall of a biker gang's clubhouse. Their name, obviously, is the Savage Skulls. They are a Puerto Rican gang that originated in the Bronx in the 70's. Their is a documentary from that era, documenting them, called "80 Blocks from Tiffany's". You can watch it in 8 parts on youtube. I learned all of that after I happened upon their Philadelphia clubhouse. The only way you can get in, is to know somebody. To go their with somebody who, by bringing you there, vouches for you. It is on a very bleak & relatively miserable tiny alleyway, location undisclosed. It looks like an abandoned row-house. One of the many men there, with this logo on their jacket, stands blocking the doorway. You walk up an unlit set of stairs where, at the top, a few more leather jacket wearing men frisk you. Once up stairs there are multiples pool tables, couches, strippers, a stripper pole, early 80's rap music, a bar with only 2 kinds of beer & this giant logo painted on the wall. Not very many people go there & those that do seem to be very respectful & friendly with one another. If you want more stories than that, you'll have to ask in person.

The bottom photo was taken last September. This is the legendary, "Frank the Gripper" holding a riot shield and his middle finger up. Taken at work, during a bit of down time.

CONFESSIONS OF A CREEPER (abridged)

I creep at the bottom

learning how disgusting all of humanity is

and what kind of animals we all have

inside of us, finding subtle pleasures

in a perverted world.

CHARLENNI'S FATHER

C and Loudon

Margarita Garabito did it with a metal broomstick

The wound on her head, stuffed with gauze,

covered with a weave, held on by pins, was

7 inches long, 4 inches wide

Charlenni's father hung himself

Suicide from the guilt

after her death, in his jail cell

C and Loudon

Margarita Garabito did it with a metal boomstick

It had been going on for over a year

This, and the mysterious vaginal tears

made her life a pure living hell

Charlenni's father hung himself

Suicide from the guilt

after her death, in his jail cell

true story