Posted in Todd Moore on October 30, 2009| 1 Comment »
peckinpah took
ben johnson
aside while
filming the
battle of
bloody porch
in the wild
bunch & sd
you looked
good in
that last
shot but it
wasn’t in
tense enough
what the
hell are you
talking abt
johnson
replied i
broke my
finger wor
king that
goddam
machine
gun i don’t
give a fuck
if you broke
yr dick
make it
look like
you are
falling in
love w/that
browning
because it’s
going to
be yr angel
of death
Posted in Todd Moore, tagged poetry, Todd Moore on October 4, 2009| 2 Comments »
cindy was
fighting to
get jimmy’s
pants off
& he was
drunk &
no great
help & the
steering
wheel
kept jam
ming her
in the
ass & he
kept say
ing don’t
let me
throw up
& when
he finally
did get in
side her
she got a
charley
horse in
the right
leg &
kicked
him in
the balls
Posted in Todd Moore on August 26, 2009| 2 Comments »
found
tina head
down on
the steer
ing wheel
the sawed
off shot
gun on
the seat
beside her
was splat
tered w/
blood a
one dol
lar bill was
taped to
the wind
shield she
had some
of her
brains in
her lap
Posted in Todd Moore on July 3, 2009| 2 Comments »
drinking my
old man sd
is the next
best thing
to writing
he sniffed
the shot
the bar
tender
poured
sd writing
was like
high speed
dreaming
cuz it
likkered
up the
stories &
then it
was
writing
drinking
writing
til all the
stories
went a
way now
drinking
is all the
writing
that i do
todd moore
deuce coupe 