COME SEE THE JABBERLOPE TONITE (10/27) IN SF!!
I’m reading tonight at the SF Green Party’s HQ. If you’re in town you should come check it out, and give some support to the underdogs. More info here: http://www.sfgreenparty.org/events/event-individual.gem?idx=1916 And don’t forget :: the first to ask me to autograph your unmentionables wins a sweet door prize Posted in Jabberlope

The Me Poet
In honor of the LitQuake Litcrawl this evening…a little discourse on ego… The Me Poet by B. Tyler Burton The me poet is not impressed. He complains to his audience that no one gets the joke. The we poet goes on, indulges gets in a little bit of trouble and it only makes you better friends. Instead of stalking off the stage in a huff, or trying to explain aloud how much funnier it is on the page when it’s J– instead of Jill going up that folly hill, the we poet says, “Fuck am I drunk, I think I forgot to type out the rest of her name.” Pos

Hummer Style
Do you have what it takes to ride in a Hummer Limo? ‘Hummer Style…’ (pdf) by B. Tyler Burton They say guys never worry about their hair, but tonight is special. Tonight, I’m going out in a Hummer Limo. It was all Rube’s idea, if you wanna know the truth. But from the moment he told me, I knew I’d be there, riding high, hooting through the sunroof at all those girls that would be so desperately wanting to know just who are those guys in there–they must have style! Wow! It’s almost seven; and that means just a hal

Live and in the Wild, Tyler Burton reading this October 27th at SF Green Party HQ!
Hey All, I’ve been offered a slot on the line-up for the SF Green Party’s Goodbye Office Art Auction & Blowout Party this October 27th from 6pm to midnight. Please come out and show your support for the one party that has consistently recommended crucial progressive reform to our country’s electoral process, and not had the opportunity to yet fumble the ball!! “Drink cocktails and

Mad Mulvaric, the vintage store clothing proprietor
He was always scowling. I wondered how, and if he did, and what made him, smile. I was completely aware that perhaps he never did. His store was the kind of place that hired girls with bad drug habits, who showed a bit too much skin and needed a bit too much help to grow up and get on with their lives. Girls who dressed in fishnet stocking and assemblage pieces that were mostly scrap and safetypins. Mad Mulvaric hired all these types and leered at them every moment they were there. Who knew what went on in the back rooms? I imagined some of the company parties, the plowing of acres of coke and maybe Mulvaric even got his digusting self laid. I had a feeling that he was somethi