Category Archives: My Poetry

Umbra Mortis

Posted on January 28, 2015 by Rumrazor

Afflicted with this listless death, I perform my arduous labors like any other toilsome work, drive defensively and eat my $15 dollar dinners alone. Wearisome days with a pinch of port, forget to vacuum until the ceiling fan begins to … Continue reading →

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Point Blank Supernova

Posted on December 30, 2014 by Rumrazor

The Sun expanded into a huge giant red star and pulverized the Earth whole into dust. Jupiter drifted away and pulled most of the known asteroids out of orbit. We are all floundering out of orbit. Rachel raced north next … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Apocalypse, Brussels Sprouts, Intracoastal Waterway, Jupiter, Lexus, marram grass, Poetry, Pompano Beach, Red Giant | 1 Comment

Elliot’s Hatred

Posted on December 17, 2014 by Rumrazor

Elliot boiled with hatred. He took walks all around Canoga Park feeling angry and hateful towards the world. “I continued going on my usual long walks every day, feeling angry and hateful towards the world.” His parents separated and divorced. … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged AMC Theatres, Andre de Lorde, Angel Uriel Perales, BMW, Canoga Park, Elliot Rodger, Giorgio Armani, internet cafe, Poetry, Trader Joe's, World of Warcraft | 2 Comments

Groom of the King’s Close Stool

Posted on December 10, 2014 by Rumrazor

My throat, grimy as the 101, every day I swallow every car on this grimy expressway heading home, step over the grime and dirt of my carpet floor. My heart broke a long time ago, my vacuum only about a … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged Analepse, Angel Uriel Perales, Close Stool, Desu, Expectoration, Fantomas, Gardyloo, Hepatic Foetor, Panegyric, Peripatetic, Poetry, Somnolence | 2 Comments

Officer Ferguson

Posted on December 1, 2014 by Rumrazor

Full of magic tricks, fond of parlor jokes, collects fruit flies, “For the coroner,” he jests. Kind-a guy shows up at a party in uniform a-hard knocking down the door, “We’ve had a noise complaint at this address.” “Just kidding, … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged ambergris, carcass, ceruse, cesspit, Ferguson, fruit flies, herpetarium, magic tricks, necklet, Officer, ordure, parlor tricks, provender, salubrious, tranimals | 1 Comment

Red Tide of Vieques

Posted on November 11, 2014 by Rumrazor

This story is confused because I am confused, or rather the sailor who told me the story, in the brig, the whole week he seemed to be in a daze, barely stirring, and eating nothing but soup and bread, and … Continue reading →

Posted in Lyrical Prose, My Poetry | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Bermuda, Betty Davis, Ceiba tree, Chupacabra, dinoflagellates, epiphany, Isabel, kraken, Lauren Bacall, lyrical prose, Marianne, mermaids, midshipmen, Mirasol Fort, mofongo, Petty Officer, Phrygian cap, Pimlico, Punta Diablo, Sargasso Sea, seadog, Spanish, USS Killen, verbena, Veronica Lake, vibroacoustic disease, Vieques | 3 Comments

Little Mean Things

Posted on November 5, 2014 by Rumrazor

Throwing an elbow at the skating rink, Stealing gum at Disneyland, Goldfinch shot midair from three pumps on the BB gun, these are the mean little things which return to me while I’m trying to sleep. Dude with long hair … Continue reading →

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The Naïveté of Youth

Posted on September 16, 2014 by Rumrazor

My act of heroism? Retrieving a football from a neighbor’s roof where her brother overthrew the ball showing off his arm. I also brought back down an extra Nerf ball I found while I was up there but I scraped … Continue reading →

Posted in Lyrical Prose, My Poetry | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, Boston, erotica, lyrical prose, menses, New Brunswick, oil free, podiatrist, Rutgers, smear-the-queer, Tesla, Tufts, umbilicus | Leave a comment

Zen and the Art of Bursitis Relief

Posted on July 22, 2014 by Rumrazor

Kyrie eléison, I have lived a life supported by accurate predictions. The Dale sports car three-wheel design never did work and seduction of the vehicle’s beautiful marketeer could never work. Any marriage in Chowchilla only invites frustration. Selfies at Pamplona … Continue reading →

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I Will Pray For You

Posted on July 18, 2014 by Rumrazor

Someone got mad at me today. A friend got angry. I interacted with a friend and my friend was upset. Cold logic was involved. Christianity as a topic was involved. I said some things then the person reacted and said … Continue reading →

Posted in My Poetry | Tagged Angel Uriel Perales, Atheism, Christianity, Google Earth, Honduras, North Carolina, Poetry, Prayer, Religion, Scientology, South Carolina, Virginia | 2 Comments