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walking down the street, he met another. "HOF GOIN WINDOOOO LULJ CRRACK AKKC JU GS J GOI IN ING "SILVVR FITSHIO YOU FISHF GOUR IF OTP OPT TISS ISS IVI face falling eyes upturned look the gutter roadside raccoon tales waver in the disappointed dawn thumbs rubbered teeth arm dragged up shout the lamp sticking out of the side of the wall head drawn out of the dumpster voice hoot holding a chunk of ice cars drive by on their sides the light bulbs hung in mid air burst rain did i dawn small white insects fingers drag the hair down the face he found a cunt growing on the side of the building and rammed his hips into it harmful problem no then put a wedding ring on the clit and when he woke up his pants were down at his knees and his cock had been severed. the person he had met on the street was nowhere seen. he sotted up his pants it fell down to his ankles he picked up his cock and wandered up to appear spmn on the street "WANT T! O BUYn MY COCK 17 DOLRA "NO "16 DOLLARS "CAR HINGE he waddled bleeding and puffing smoke with all acorns shoved into all his tiny wounds and into a building where he slammed his bleeding cock down on the counter it jerked in aspansm spasm. "I WILL TRADE YOU MY SEVERED COCK FOR A CAN OF SPAM "17 DOLLARS FOR MY SEVERED COCK "3 DOLLARS PRZEL BUMPER ROAD MY COCK SID FF JO the man at the counter placed a bent cigar on the counter and he collected his cock, the bent cigar, and left the store running around in traffic screaming for someone to buy his cock with his pants at his ankles piss and blood drooling out of his groinal wound wavering the severed cock over his head blood droplets his face until three men picked him up and threw him into the harbor where he shoved his cock into his mouth and doggy paddled to shore spitting his cock on a woman asleep on the beach. she woke up and looked at the palm of her hand "WANT TO BUY MY SEVE! RED COCK FOR FIVE DOLLARS he stepped on a shell he had decided to become a poet he let his father buttfuck him in the back of his car started smoking getting angry at trifles breaking bottles with his skull all alone in the piss woods long before morning he found a small child and cut off some of his own hair gluing it above the child's hairless pubic bone and then sucked on the tiny cream colored dick with his giant dented skull amazed he wrote a poem going home to smash his foot with a hammer walked to las vegas with a steel drum of whisky slung over his bent back a copy of bukowski in his pocket drinking at night next to maligned torsos clutched at the dust road getting into fights as he slipped his erect cock being refused grumble making his way to las vegas and got a job banging his head against a wall for minimum wage the cheapest room he could find made out the chrome skin dead cars spending all his money on drugs injecting heroin into his cock prostitutes shoving his grimy foot into peppered wide cunts she opened her dress and saw her cunt amazed wrote a poem met another poet who showed him a small boys severed cock in a small velvet jewelry box giggling and sprinkling salt on it fuck a little boy ass killed a balding woman found limping down the side of the road with sausage colored skin a speech impediment amazed write a poem published by a few porn mags under ground pulp mags lost his mind and stood outside a bank shrieking I AM POET DRINK BEER tearing pages out of the daily paper handing them out to people claiming was his poetry then goes into gas station buying a lottery ticket there is much love in the open sentence which describes many fleeting fragmented ideas than in the sentence expression one clear thought or idea take a phrase spoken by a person re arrange the words add letters omit letters misspell to find the absurd music i was walking around in a hardware store staring blankly at shelves immersed in stonedness and music when i was accosted by a man who came from a room with a white door. "DONT YOU KNOW THE RIDDLE OF THE LIGHTBULB "THE RIDDLE OF THE LIGHTBULB he handed me a burnt out lightbulb and chased me out the store patting my ass with a broom. i stood behind the store rolling the lightbulb around in my hands. i tapped the lightbulb against the wall. i put the lightbulb in my mouth. i put the lightbulb in my ear. i put the lightbulb on the ground and walked in circles around it. i licked the lightbulb. i looked up and opened my mouth. i put my finger in an old can. placed the palm of my hand on the side of a car. i smashed the lightbunb against the ground. what the fuck was the riddle of the lightbulb? he had be wandering upset around his city for hours, after stubbing his toe and having a frenzy of anger, violent beat his hands and feet against the ground and forget his name, stuff his thumb in the ground screaming his adams apple pockets heavy full of pennies "STOB TOE IF GO STUB GOING ACK IF AH J he was upset and furious, and ran around yanking his hair out and kicking his ankles together. pennies fell out of his pocket and clattered on the pavement. he was in a cemetery, and saw an open coffin next to four empty chairs. sitting in one of the chairs exhausted forgotten where is he lived smoking a cigarette and decided to lay in the open coffin. he stubbed his toe. he laid in the coffin and fell asleep. when he awoke he had been buried. he banged his hands and head against the top of the coffin. he was then very upset someone had mistaken him for a corpse buried him alive. he masturbated before his air supply ran out.
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