Parkinsons, a repulsive pantheonparked over us, like a thick and fat pissing dogan imminent edict: time’s tapped out,slimy-slug slap,a snot dialed p-a-u-s-e.Hell’s hiatus, let’s be honest,before actual death then Jesus. Butin between off-course and confusion,apparitions and imaginary dial ups,short term memory on sempiternal sabbatical,I see, and sweetly so, he still likesto drink and dance, the... Continue Reading →