Tag Archives: John Minser

i say i’d like to see god but really i am afraid he will be a baby or something; a god of carpet samples or cheerio dinners & i like shitting but not sewers so asking the sunrise not to … Continue reading →

I want to throw my psalter Into the air like it’s graduation And doodle flowers and flower-shaped genitals in all the margins. And I want Plagues aimed at Western gods Like a day where all our modems Turn to bunnies … Continue reading →

Everything was golden, Everything, The carpet threads Were curled gold and It’s a bad plan to curl your toes. And everything was kosher and gold And there were no pork bones, There were no beasts with splintered toes, nothing From … Continue reading →