Digital Writ

pansies paninis penises going through gateways of space/ time shine the ever bright interstellar voyager ya panties thrown up beyond the dresser what the world doesn’t know about you is the panties down at the foot of the dresser it can’t be I am drunk off this brand new wine don’t need to ferment long…… Continue reading The Rapture

ideas about things you have them you hammer out the gnat but the gnat flies around there’s a coin you ask my side I tell you to go ahead with your plans you stand on your crybaby ledge at the reading go ahead and jump, you’ve already stepped on necks and cracked necks and bragged…… Continue reading Pass The Time, Pass That

“How does it feel so gooood?” says the blonde on the corner. She stretches her arms and legs receiving a suggestion of October. The breeze is sexy today. I suggest it now. It is Vacation Day 2 and my hangover ain’t so bad. The dreams were strange—I was in a bar getting rowdy when I…… Continue reading Who’s there?

they said they have no more to offer so you died on them you up and died without your healthcare I hope they played the Beatles at your funeral you were a true literary hero of College Park we would rock the mic when there was no mic then when there was no more roof…… Continue reading For Marty Baum

Napkin writing in a low lit bar. I find I can tear into short haiku moments under the air conditioning and charms. Look out for my penmarks. A depleted stock of ‘kins and their self worth is estimated high. Chances are, this could be worth repeating or printing, so I put down the worth in…… Continue reading Squarely, Along

there is the version of me grabbing keys and ready to go then another I sit and stare at the wall with you asking if everything is all right so I point and show you the wall and you see what I mean the version of me against odds staring on in defeating odds being…… Continue reading Version of Versions

wake go to kitchen I am wheezing again pull from fridge ginger slice it on the cutting board drop it to the bottom of green tea steep for a moment these moments made to wait cause frustration add up I only wonder what is the end result of this pain and where does it originate?…… Continue reading The Alone Time

Instead of adding to the drunk texting… Instead, this… I bring outdoor sweat indoors not to be hidden in a cupboard. That’s real man smell. You can’t ignore. I’ve got real man thoughts that I mostly keep to myself which most no one can handle. It’s all their fault. Not mine at all. Switch the…… Continue reading The B-songs You’re Boppin’

Saturday — I confront a wall of bass and for a second there think I might lose my contents. It is very important to contain. Thursday — I say I don’t have healthcare so this writing is my therapy and the therapist herself remains to be seen. Only Terra shows a little leg, now the…… Continue reading The Head Sickness

the skin a prism of wonder turn all anti-social and the phone goes off the hook a prison of colors limits of the eye a division of fancy like what the mind likes just hit the button they send census workers up to shut tight doors you can find our details online that’s what it’s…… Continue reading Door Knocks And Office Clocks