Author Archives: Eugene Hardy

Pinkeye, a poem.

How do you fuck with this Pinkeye? It’s an STD, You can see from miles away…. and when they see, they run for hills, throwing crucifixes with their fingers, the fear on their faces. Booty calls: “I wanna toss ya’….” I got pinkeye. “Oh, never mind….~click~” And suddenly you are the decease, Bacteria, A kissContinue reading “Pinkeye, a poem.”

What of my bros the Mayan and the Aztec?

Where are you guys? I’ve been to bathhouse and not a bronze dick anywhere! There were the lesbians enjoying themselves, they glow. But no Aztec gods in sight! Oh sure, I’ve tasted some flavors, known of true sacredness. I see you sometimes Mayan, In the curves of Forgotten Ulter of Sacrificial Lusts. But then that’sContinue reading “What of my bros the Mayan and the Aztec?”

04.07.2021 – 01:10 AM

Another dark tea time of the soul…. I have been sick for 36 hours with diarrhea, unable to eat, and the only thing I’ve been able to sit on is a porcelain throne. But that’s not the bad part. The worse of it is that being idle allows mind to do painful, thoughtful examinations ofContinue reading “04.07.2021 – 01:10 AM”

In truth…., a poem.

In truth…. Good and evil do not exist. There is no life on Earth. There is no Earth. There are no child soldiers, and Asian folk can walk the streets in peace. The oceans circulate plastics like cancerous cells In a body that does not exist, Astronomers light years away wonders, ‘who turned out theContinue reading “In truth…., a poem.”

The lines….a poem

Waiting in line, to be attacked by dogs, there barks and bites. The pain goes away and scares heal. The sun is hot, always getting hotter, people are arrested attempting to give us water. We brought canteens. The lines stretched down city blocks until next Tuesday, Originating from chapped blood hands Pickin’ fields of fluffyContinue reading “The lines….a poem”

I Should Have Said Nothing?, a poem.

I lived down stream the king’s damn,and dreamedthatit broke, watching it murder myvillage. It hurt, that I didn’t die with them. Concerned,I told mywife laying next to me. “Blasphemy!I will neverlay with youagain!” And with that, turned me over to the night watch, who beaten meand gave me to my cell mates. Brought beforethe KingContinue reading “I Should Have Said Nothing?, a poem.”

Little Penises

“Violence is the last resort of the incompetent.” ~ Isaac Asimov A little man, kills Asians because of jealousy of there culture and race ….and that other little men told him it was OK to do so. Little people lie to themselves, distort history and kidnapped children at Southern at a border, showing their manhood.Continue reading “Little Penises”

03.16.2021

By my logic, (at least the parts that are obviously not flawed), that the only way I keep falling into the same damn hole Is that I have been walking in circles. Or worse,That I never left the hole in thefirst place,my mind delusional and libido compromised,seduced…. ….then I stubbed my toe,the pain terrible,laced withContinue reading “03.16.2021”