Category: Poetry

Friday, October 21, 2011 things wind up as they are spread system wide eyes sunny bright cat or owl like moon cleavage smartly however these guys here never speak interestingly instead deck, out there, sanding the deck in the weekend it’s a passion I guess minute spec hidden gem tarnations! transactions the transgendered magazines on…… Continue reading Morning Poem

My poetry reading in my dream interrupted by this rude guy I continue to threaten and increase my aggression. He is curious and mocking, karmatically. I jump out the window into another coffee shop. The MLK memorial celebration, hurricane postponed. Dr. Pepper tastes better. Trash Heap Earth. Throw it all into the open space. The…… Continue reading Uprooting, Moving (again)

There was this guy tonight who walked around like a broken record wanting to sign the list for the open mic: “Can I get on the list? Can I get on the list? Can I say ANYTHING that I want? Anything? I mean, can I just get up there and SCREAM into the microphone? I…… Continue reading Hot Air

Before blogging, bulletin board systems, and social media, there were zines—do-it-yerself style; copied-folded-stapled sheets, however you did it, whatever it was for you, however you flexed your head, from music to politics to collecting poems, or Xeroxing journals, theorizing, riffing existential, interviewing your friends, sharing found art, sexxxing it up… THE ZINE AND ZINE CREATORS…… Continue reading Zine Originations

A little medicine is a good thing. Midnight typewriter. All the things, the inner workings, the innards rattling with the melting ice cubes in a Summer glass, Summer wannabe glass. A friend drives me to the angry, reluctant doctor in a room marked for emergencies. This is America. Medical insurance pimps it all. We die…… Continue reading “The joy of life is incredible.”

reactions from others news that comes in like Japan gets smashed by big waves casters are snickering in Godzilla references reactions smack the world just two days ago our sun had an X Flare how does this connect? how do you write a sentence with authority? I saw you playing frisbee with your dog you…… Continue reading MF 11

on the heels of a dawning I let the early bird do it’s thing and I wake at noon the speed of business tries to surpass me they open can after can O Worms commence fighting and blood letting innocence in shade where they design fliers for windshields competition had it’s day caused its stir…… Continue reading On The Heels Of A Dawning

pains painfully degrade the infrastructure of such control freakish plans the bad attitude is the wrong attitude it degrades the infrastructure of being and the capacity to anticipate curve balls thrown at your head is why you see all sorts policemen and women police walk around with bloody noses lately it is this and that…… Continue reading Untitled

By sunrise, we packed up our session and went to our respective sleeps, sleeping on our ears strangely, with our necks bent. I took it under my wing to venture into on a chilly day bicycling the streets of H hitting my usual hangout spots and enjoying conversation. The November Coming Fire rises out of…… Continue reading November