Category Archives: poem

Young Scars (1985)

TBT… The Angry Young me


Just a young man

So seasoned at lying

At 17 years old





You believe me when I blame someone else

I piss on your favorite things

I torch whatever I can

Burn it all down

I must be really mad


You exposed me to sex






Sacred sex.

You showed me criminality

You stripped my sensitivity away

It was your matter-of-fact fuck it all attitude

that fueled my rage

I rebel.

You purged and cleansed the household of me

Then I’m gone in a drug-induced haze


I got high with you and your wives

Listened to your stories

Believed your lies

Then you put me away when I robbed you.

You threw me out.

You wondered why

You introduced me to all.

Sex, drugs, and Sinatra

You lived the life of all that was evil shallow and toxic.

Why do I hate?

Why am I still so fucking full of rage?

I can’t let it go

I don’t want to judge

I can’t stop




Live with it…






The Vin Skull Duggery Hour

Howdy, hi there friends and neighbors!

Welcome to Vin Skull Duggery Variety Hour!

An absolute mind-bending program of dome diggin’ serotonin slinging, neuron rattling, frontal lobe lovin’ and brain salad surgery bazar.

Brought to To you by the good pholks at Price Pfister ( the pharmaceutical arm) Where they are committed to plumbing the depths of your reward center for teasers and treasures. Also, by that hip slick and cool new Vietnamese Soul food Joint out on Highway 1 & 1/2~ Pho Diddley. Drive through! or better yet; lounge to the sounds of Lee Kravitz Washington …or karaoke on the 3rd Tuesday of every leap year. Try The Signature Dish, Pol Pot Pie! My favorite!

On this evenings program- we fool around with the left and the right of your gray matter. We really Get in there an dig around for delusion and grandeur and speak to king baby and his majesties ego! It’ll be a real journey of sorts with layers of decay and evil, so please no sandals or shorts, dress accordingly for this Advil-venture.

We will knock your socks off with a surprise shocking guest, live from the house of arrest, Capt. Mind Fuck and his Buccaneers. Playing they’re classic diddy, “My insane Brain Can’t stand it on this plane” as well as “4 point restraints in a 4-star resort.”

With special guests Leggy Pee & Daddy Puke. As you well know we are committed to mental excellence and uncommon sense in bringing the finest non-sequitur babble from here to Minot. So why not? Let’s see what makes that melon tick…or pull the trigger till it goes click, whatever your fancy – it will be well worth the dollar six eighty admission you part with.
Tune In!
We’ll see you ’round the Hippocampus!

From What We Can Gather

Well, from what we can gather
It all doesn’t matter
Whether it’s Dan Rather or senseless spatter
Or even some popular banter from The Doppler’s antler 
It’s best to detract and distract from the gathered gunk
Or please feel free to shuffle along in the mud of the media’s mundane mediocrity…
Stifling facts and news from yet another set of shiny shoes
Bound to another story of agony and blues
Or… some celebrity paying their soul-sucking dues
*Side note – I got love in my heart but hate in my brains
This combination keeps me drowning in a sea of delusional flames
More news at eleven… oh you can’t wait, say you?
We got an app for that…
It will do just this –
Main Line that info right into your dome
It sets up shop and calls your Pineal gland home
Just think, it’ll be like the fall of Rome
Only you’ll never have to leave the comfort of your home or your head
Because, Because, Because, Because, Because!
Because of the wonderful things “IT” (insert Mass Distraction™ here) Does
Not just a ‘Film at Eleven’ we’re Talking 24/7
A plethora of info for you to sing and dance with The Stars to… a Dramedy of sorts
We even got the mundane, the shorts, the sports, the sordid underbelly of all that won’t make it to the Telly, because after all…
Who loves ya’ baby?

Wanna’ play a game?

Step Right Up!

Get yourself a heaping helping of His Story!
My eyes have never seen the glory of the coming of any Lord.
Just a sword, that slices and massacres any that aren’t lock step.
An antiquated “Two Party” system.
A 3 card Monty game of the ages.
This game will whoop your already tired ass, regardless of your ‘caste.’
Complaints and litigation will not be honored, we’re chock full of that noise in this future third world state, Ace!
But Hey! Don’t take my word for it, roll up your sleeves and have a go, give it all you got.
This crap game doesn’t differentiate, it’ll take all your soul and your time, ultimately leave you broke homeless crying on the corner for a dime.
The administrator of this site doesn’t give a county fuck if you’re down on your luck and overwhelmed with strife…(truth is, that’s the best time to strike)
Bring your ‘A’ game cuz this scam is a million miles from tame, it’s feral soul-less greed, and the trough needs fillin’ (do you hear what I’m drilling?)
Wake the fuck up and smell the infinite scandal, the game that plays you. You can run and hide, sure maybe set up your own little Ruby Ridge, disappear or as they say, go ‘Off The Grid’ ~ The united snakes will find you, slither in and expose your sin, it’s really an external game that no one wins.
HEY! You ain’t getting my soul, fuckers. I got my skin suit protecting my light, my very being, walking through this valley, MAN, sometimes just pure misery is what I’m seeing.
 I laugh it off, but stay alert and vigilant all the same.

 Never to be a victim of a self-made game…