Biography of Manny Furious
Waiting for Oprah to invite me to do a 'Life Class.'
Manny Furious's Works:
Shah... I wish. Somebody'd have to be nuts....
Manny Furious Poems
Big Pussy- Or how Carl Sagan Gave 9-Yea...
For as long as I can remember I've been a big pussy. I'm afraid of everything. Anything
I have kids....
One of the perks of having children is that you can go days without keeping house, and when somebody comes over and you're all, 'Um... sorry about the mess? '
Awake at 2: 30 in the morning....
The blinking sirens the officer hollering in the megaphone the moon pestering all, with
Dichotomies, or: Poetry or Sword Fights?
I can't decide whether the cherry blossoms make me want to brandish a katana
We won the game 22-6....
Hey second base-woman on the opposing co-ed softball team sponsored by one of the local banks
On Charles, the gray and white kitten wh...
The new kitty- I think he likes me, but I don't know why he insists on gnawing on my flesh when
When I was 19 the law already considered me a 'Man.' ...Or an 'adult' at least. Which when I was a kid
Petey the Paintbrush
Petey the Paintbrush is a hermaphroditic dildo. When his show begins he always sings his theme song in a female's coo. But once the actual drama of the show begins
Ode to My Bathroom Mirror at 6: 13 in th...
Behold! The blazing faces. Dozens. Hundreds. Tight with disappointment. Drooping with frustrations. Red with greed. Cornered with regret.
Ode to my stalker, or: La Luna Bella
It's hard to play outside in the middle of winter in Rio Frio. It's home to a rude kind of cold. A type of cold with no regard for one's health, safety
My broken kitchen sink, a mess of tools strewn all over the linoleum like dead soldiers whose limbs splay
A work-related fundraiser....
At the crowded wine tasting I sweat. I also drink wine and have discussions with people I don't really
After finding new motivation to workout ...
Jumping rope under a full moon, cooled by a soft rain. Each jump is a step closer to be-
Deep and Gritty
I think I'd like to
write something deep and gritty. Something
about all the drug abuse and child abuse
and spousal abuse. Something
about the violence
emotional and physical
that was happening around me at all time.
The gray, cracked modulars