a simple love poem |
she asked
if I wrote
poems
about flowers
and trees
and celebrating myself.
and I said yes
I do.
in fact
I just finished one
about a butterfly
a snowflake-shaped
monarch, mindlessly
descend...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 16:09:00 GMT |
deceptively sexy |
The Whole Nine Inches
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Sometimes
when I think
of the whole nine inches
of drywall
between me and her
and those black boo...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 08:12:00 GMT |
I did quit a job before |
Big Plans in the Food Service Industry
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We will go
together.
The same day.
The same shift.
Right in the middle
of ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 00:47:00 GMT |
how to drink rum at work |
How to Drink Rum at Work
fill your flask
for a five-hour shift
anything more
you'll need the bottle
buy a few
20 oz. cokes
dump half
replace with rum
carry breath mints
if customers ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 13:58:00 GMT |
Poem for Bruce Campbell |
Poem for Bruce Campbell
a retail job
trouble with women
dangerous books
I know how you feel
Bruce Campbell
I've never
reanimated
a once-dead lover
nor knew anyone
raped
by a tree
nev...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 06:04:00 GMT |
because there just aren't enough holding cell poems in amerika |
Conversation with the Judge
it all started
with a woman
she was in love
with a church
but the only thing
she had in common
with Jesus
was a beard
she always used to say
she hated me
when ...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 23:45:00 GMT |
this one's new, but not that new |
For a Woman
and a conversation we shared
we play theme songs at work
and you were moved by one
when the piano jingled the intro
to Quantum Leap
you fell into story:
you had a baby
been ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 19:49:00 GMT |
this one's old, but not that old |
Service Engine Soon
Robert Johnson's crossroads
have been closed for repair
blocked by a brick wall beaten
by time or something more potent
so I s...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 20:10:00 GMT |
another poem (just don't confuse it with Frank O'Hara's tiny book) |
Lunch Poem
I had a cooking job
for one month
(three weeks longer than I should have)
grilling reubens
scrubbing grease
filling condiments
in a tiny bistro
(cleverly named
The Bistro)
off th...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 07:45:00 GMT |
published a poem |
got this poem published in a magazine named Pearl...
Pirate Love Poem
I wanted to write a love poem
to Anne Bonny,
the harsh woman pirate
who dressed as a man
who killed and fou...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 15:25:00 GMT |
