We need a new (music) revolution. If sound creates the world, what will be our next utterance?Read More
Imitation hovers in your electrical space.
The masses want to be what you (re)present
but now, you only reflect the couch.
Jar of wax – oh, fuck man!
Black wick burnt
and Brad Pitt’s on heroin.
Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all […]Read More
She’s pretty darn good at the poetry smack down! Go!Read More
He said he hates when skinny women think they’re fat.Read More
I know this is silly, but I googled myself and there is another Holly Troy out there who has a website called “Holly Troy’s Poetry Page” and it’s right on the top of the list. I’d like to be polite, but the writing is really not good. Well, maybe it will be good someday, it’s […]Read More
Granted, some of the places have just begun falling away on their own, tenemant buildings fall to dust eventually . . .Read More