Tag: Poetry

the ultimate swindlers are here near two AM pawning away asking for favors and rides home because it’s rain out horror the same ones every night every other but you can spot them on a prayer any second. needy energy suckers downtown not always the place to be is it? come on and move outta…… Continue reading Late

she says “you journal too much & don’t write very many poems” and I think she is right she says “you hardly work any more, you sleep in really late…” I think there is a quiet truth to this and it burns how it has to burn I tell her “you should get up early…… Continue reading Talking Points

the words come out hardthe sentences take their timeparagraphs creep outall unsteadypouting troubledI know it is workingre: the beast of putting it downbreakfastno Sunday churchno fumbling and flawself on self lovegod or no god indifferencesome of us look ready to break

thinking over the story how it’s told what I had as a seventeen to an eighteen the coast I went up broke to Philadelphia and rose early four am danced around flew planes switchoffs till India then back to gravel parking lot in Potomac no alcohol no astrology one cobra two trips then a third…… Continue reading One Sentence

an overall hate for Alvin and the Chipmunks, I just do not enjoy their singing voices, they’re not cute to me, nor is their strange relationship with Dave anything other than creepy. a rambling on from the stone countertop.

Yahoo! Briefcase is closing its doors, so they tell me. I found this up in their cloud, thought I’d “immortalize” it here in this cloud. How is everybody? I have the nightmare I keep showing up late to poetry readings never getting that chance to expose the best side of myself just a small crowd…… Continue reading Poem from November 2001

it is 5:06 AM in Americaand its healthcare sucksand unemployment is on the risewhen my unemployment roseI immediately lostmy doctorso now here I amlying in bed worryingwhat if this spells some serious troublenow that I’m going all numbthat poor circulationhas become a new realityif this is a sign of things to comewill my heart…will my…… Continue reading No Doctor

now, near a tavern…a euphoric waythe glow poundingsplendid mouthings of lovemelting like butteras if butterheld in contemptthe spy un-mixes the confusionby completing his missionmanagers steal fromtheir "subordinates"a classic remake withadditional renewed gorehappy to see you againwho’s beenasking’bout me…?dressed upto dress down in a towelsmall town museit’s a must for me to multiplythe taskswhat you drinkin’?the…… Continue reading Traveling Through Town