Now dont panic.

In the Grand Creepy String of Things (ode to Condo)

Puffin Tuff

A Special Day

Faith- The way it Moves

If Anything

God Save The Machine

Can anyone hear me?

AKA: I feel like ice cream.
AKA: a lot of microphones today.
AKA: Listen to me.
AKA: Does it smell like rubber in here?

mutilated cat #5

Splatter Face #2

Fowl of Anger

The Tin Man in Nam

Hello?

UNINCORPORATED PERSONS IN THE LATE HONDA DYNASTY

I may be a grown man but that doesn’t mean
I don’t enjoy
the ingenuities of violence against matter,

which means I stand across the street with all the others guys
— wheelchair vet and hot-dog vendor,
junior attorney and the retiree —
in a little cluster of hypnotized testosterone.

I too am made of joists and stanchions,
of plasterboard and temperamental steel,
mortgage payments and severed index fingers,
ex-girlfriends and secret Kool-Aid-flavored dawns.

We gaze at the destruction and linger
the way a woman might stare awhile
at a too-expensive dress
in a big store window,

the way that moonlight looks at
an island in the middle of the sea —

island unnamed, and unashamed,
touched by the tide.

-Tony Hoagland

Study after Grant Wood

The forces of luck are now waging war on the forces of hard work.

I Know What You're Doing