There are fewer film crews these days,
But a fuck of a lot more arthritis.
The fan mail is worse,
These children
They aren’t his children anymore
He’d rather stay Inside.
Nobody is really afraid of him
And he has grown afraid.
Wishes now he hadn’t said those things about niggers.
Man, they are like elephants –
They don’t forget
Hardly anyone asks him to sing anymore
The voodoo is good
The dolls are good
His victims are still dying
Nowadays they die of strokes
All that’s left is to outlive them all
I’ll scratch peace signs on their tombstones
The food ain’t so bad here
Chillicothe was worse
Helter Skelter
I didn’t know it meant a damn roller coaster
Don Webb writes: "I have had around 400 items published ranging from poems in Chinese, trucker fiction in Truckers USA, a story in an honest-to-god Norton Anthology, a book on the Greek Magical Papyri, more Cthulhu Mythos stories than Lovecraft himself, a story in a Norwegian anarchist magazine. I have guest curated at an art museum, shot fireworks professionally, been the head of a pagan religion, and worked in a corndog factory.
I have had 11 books published including a mystery series from St. Martins. I have had 70+ stories in various "Best of Year" anthologies or Recommended Reading Lists."