Coonskin Cap Catechism Amanuensis of Neufchâtel Bucaramanga Supremo with Takeda Shingen as Second Chapbook

Coonskin Cap Catechism Amanuensis of Neufchâtel Bucaramanga Supremo with Takeda Shingen as Second Chapbook by Davy Quasimofo i. Bishamonten pops Chicharrónes at laser car wash guaranteed ‘no touch’: We’re profane cause we fill propane next to ‘i-phone repair’ banners & i’m in line to get chicken since there’s only so many sushi girls i can […]

A Denis Leary Style Rant on Mannequins (Delivered at the "Hipster Basho Sappho But Mostly Hipster Convention" in Manhattan)

A Denis Leary Style Rant on Mannequins (Delivered at the “Hipster Basho Sappho But Mostly Hipster Convention” in Manhattan) by Quasimofo      So i goes into this clothing store the other day and sees all these naked mannequins that don’t have no hair anywheres or eyes and ears or smiles and they look like futuristic […]

60 Meaningful Gauloises, Donderbuss Cavalry, Alfalpha Male, (persiflage poète mauditry), and '30 Days To A More Powerful Vocabulary' while listening to the Hanna Barbarians

60 Meaningful Gauloises, Donderbuss Cavalry, Alfalpha Male, (persiflage poète mauditry), and ’30 Days To A More Powerful Vocabulary’ while listening to the Hanna Barbarians by Quasimofo “If people think nature is their friend, then they sure don’t need an enemy.” —Kurt Vonnegut— There’s a pair of dimes in a paradigm making you feel like a […]

Honeybadger vs. Honey Boo Boo; or Creative Writing Laboratory Rends Asunder Rufied Keurig Memeology Self-Replicating Cultural Analogue [*Shit to the power of Ballgazer 7*]

Honeybadger vs. Honey Boo Boo; or Creative Writing Laboratory Rends Asunder Rufied Keurig Memeology Self-Replicating Cultural Analogues [*Shit to the power of Ballgazer 7*] For Nicholas Thomas Hranilovich by Quasimofo I used to love reading tales of King Arthur and his Knights but nowadays i just wanna eat pussy. Yes, i is a rotten m-f-er […]

Phlegm Flambé Abercrombees & Bitch (A Birthday Poem for Halifax) with Réponse Retortés

Phlegm Flambé Abercrombees & Bitch (A Birthday Poem for Halifax) by Quasimofo When the going gets tough, you’re the only guy i know who duck tapes his underwear to his butt. ..But let’s take this cup of mea culpa culpability and bust into the Tea Party Headquarters like Billy Jack kickin’ the crap outta mistspellirs! […]

Three-Toed Sloth vs. Harpy Eagle; or The BackDrop PopArt application of Maybelline Dream Nude Airfoam while Drinking Japanese Shirayuki Nama Sake in a Confederate Kepi

Three-Toed Sloth vs. Harpy Eagle; or The BackDrop PopArt application of Maybelline Dream Nude Airfoam while Drinking Japanese Shirayuki Nama Sake in a Confederate Kepi For J. Claudius Cloyd by Quasimofo i didn’t show up on the radar but she sure as hell noticed me on the sonar– odd, actually, given i was 100 feet […]

La Phoque Je Ne Sais Quoi Baguette Rene Magritte Semi-Surreal Nouveau Imagist Poem

La Phoque Je Ne Sais Quoi Baguette Rene Magritte Semi-Surreal Nouveau Imagist Poem by Jean Pierre Quasimofoeu “If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.” –Rene Magritte– He read his newspaper next to the quadrangle spectre of technology. now he’s gone through chutes of incineration […]

Hollow and Solid Chocolate Santas

Hollow and Solid Chocolate Santas By Quasimofo and Halifax For Haggard and Halloo Readers (Merry X-mas!) Sometimes i chomp into a Santa head thinking it’s solid chocolate but forget to read the package which says “hollow” and i bite my tongue spurting a powdered- sugared blood-glaze atop dainty nutbreads and fruitcakes. Somewhere inside my mouth […]