Postponement and Consummation

A slight stirring of wind Holds this gauzy curtain away from the window, Reminders of a springtime outside, all green And flowers and wholesome shit. Me, I just want to get drunk Feel the empty agony of my loneliness, Postponed by the full bottle; Consummated by another empty can. I can feel, yes, I can [...]

Stays the Same

You don’t know what you’ve done Wrecked the car by going too fast And I along for the ride Get the lash of blame Because I pumped the gas. Your shirt has come undone These windows are steamed from the inside Oh? What? This stupid game That can’t survive the morning sun; Now just memories [...]

Cricket Machine

It is cold in this basement Cracks in the casement Windows leak whatever warmth To the suckling of the cold. Share! Share creaks the air Of that many mouthed night sky. In a forest of bare breasted trees, Their raiment mulching around their knees Winds a path I build when I first got here Now [...]

Soshial Obligashuns

Damned to be a husband I rebel As all others before me, more or less: Within the strict limits Of my integrity and commitment. Get the fuck out of my poetry journal! Consistency and constantly aware Of this yoke of woman, A noose of responsibility to sosh thrills And pinky-finger parties. Obligations that are a [...]

A Dream on My Couch

In a dream that plucked me From the couch that I slept on, I walked, ant sized, through the growth In my garden, Shaking nasturtium stems To feel the dewdrops like rain, And climbing mountains And ferns Like a child with no friends. Reminiscing like a fool, These dreams torment like reminders; Gleans of silver [...]

coming calling

The snow has touched the mountaintops And the leaves drift on the ground. My breath is grey before my face As I’m walking into town. I left my car parked in the drive; I wished to go on foot. A whim the moon brought to my thoughts When I laced my father’s boots. When I [...]

A Christmas Vision

Quietly now, the children are sleeping While we two are creeping to bite cookies and leave them. Practical worries about the yearly tour of duty: Every floorboard creaks, every giggle recognizeable; Make sure the flat of the hearth is newly sooty, Make sure the stockings are equally full. Finally finished, our excitement diminished By the [...]

Murder by Dinner

I’m going to dinner and I’m nervous. A family friend; Don’t continue your trend, Mike. If the one drink, two drink Three drink, no think Pink elephant stupidity of the Alcohol speaking; Speak when spoken to And you’ll get through Your nerves and your dinner. Be polite and considerate; Practice for the day you’ll see [...]

Opossum

on my driveway in Point Loma, smoking 3 cigarettes, I thought it was my cat Ferguson cracking bird-bones at four in the morning, but the white and grey patchy creature was a shiny eyed opossum, who moved off as fast as it could back down the sidewalk after discovering its way back to its lair [...]

Constipation

a cat calls beneath my window and my stomach hurts from constipated poetry; I’m turning into mush from trying to lift these literary weights and be like them, dreaming of storefront windows and cardboard displays…

An Ever Renewing Canvas

a bottle of wine and a sunset, a beach a place to sit; this is what I’d like to do with you to believe. I believe you can summon dolphins and that you’re a spirit, an angel. I know of our fears of demons and of blue bathroom windows, ouiji boards and my piano playing. [...]

Chess

when the night has come and I have shuttered my open windows, it is then that I turn away from other things to my room of books and hanging plants hiding in the warmth of my possessions; a dried flower to remind me of you, a red blanket that I was born into, a zillion [...]

Untitled Poem #151

there’s a shadow who lays on my windowsill from the crow who sits on the telephone wires and if I wasn’t home reading up your poetry I’d be out in a forest setting fires.

Imitation of Jazzie B from Soul II Soul

check this out: I keep on moving don’t stop the clock I can’t keep on without the tick-tock so I I walk on, rock on, keeping my shoes on I hear you sigh and sing the blues on the corner by the storefront windows. I stop and I listen. I remember us doing some kissin’ [...]

Breathing Pains

waiting for you to arrive, I close my eyes for the birds that rise, flowing over my skin, baiting the thoughts that cruise like fish within. I sink deeper into my steel water trough to wonder when the night will roll in. the flowers I brought you have wilted from the sweat on my brow, [...]

The Sun at the Edge of the World

in the photograph, taped at the corners, we were caught falling into the river with smiles and half-closed eyes; flowers were falling on the glossy surface in the middle of the white album page, shifting the reflection of the sun. outside the open oak-framed window, shining over the tall broad-leafed trees, and the clouds spiraling [...]

Untitled poem #-11

tonight as a dream of ocean, there is seaweed, a corsage on my wrist, sand in my nails; my window was open to the stars, mirrors to mad poetry.

Artwerk

running around on your plains stark naked – I am fun. I see windows to look through at your artwork I stand on tiptoes! I have no money to pay to get in. I smile that I love you wink beyond the flashbulbs for ME! and (maybe) I will go away. I am your artwork [...]

Prayer

window rattling monster, go away. I have no patience with your fleshless screaming skull plummeting meaningful to earth, runnels of molten bone flayed as streamers fly from a maypole. gravel crunching beast, leave me. I am alone with my artifacts, my talismans, my treasures and think little of your rancorous immaturity. I sleep upon your [...]

Working Title

I want to stand naked on a rooftop in the lightning like Shelley and tell the world that we are gods and god is nothing, let me be my own god, my own master. I am only my own, naked, standing, hit by lightning, drugged, dying, depressed, damned but all this so I choose. I [...]

Third Story

people play frisbee across the warm street on the grass field as I turn from my window and sit on the floor to watch my walls closely stay the same color.

Second Story Raindrop

I saw a raindrop hang from a second story rooftop. as I watched it drop, I saw the face of a little girl in one of the second story windows. when I looked up again, she wasn’t there. I’m sure she never was.

Recess Bells

when the wind comes skipping along its third story sidewalk outside my window, I can hear the cries of the playground and the song of the balls on the asphault, the reminiscent taste of gravel and the feeling of gripping the chain-link backstops; the anticipation of recess.

Untitled Poem #103

I can hear the sound of the ocean as I float in my sea of whipped cream sheets. the wind in the trees outside my window calls me softly to sleep.

Hunters in the Snow

The ice skaters turn and glide slowly On the frozen ice Oblivious To the hunters, returning along the wintery road Dejected and downcast but the skaters go on skating In their own little circles In their own little figures Some following and some leading Under the grey, expecting sky. Pausing at the outskirts of town [...]