Monday, January 3, 2011

*Href////////whistle!*

Bad call, man. Bad call.
Who's got the playoffs clinched?
Who won the pennant?
Ho
Key's under the bath mat,
Ho
Knees are scraped and spackled with spilled masquera.
A tricklesnake of whiskey licks the stained tub alabaster
Honestly, I don't know what she see's in him.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Welcome

So, I'm not sure about this whole "Blogger.com" stuff, but here's my first post!
I intend for this to be a place for small poetry and fiction, a hub for new authors to present their work in a constructive atmosphere. But first I've got to figure out how to use this shiz.