new poem |
she stopped in the middle of the hallwayshe turned back and looked at memshe was one of those girls coolsleeklong and slendershe knew all about the worldand the conversations in itshe stood in the dim...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jun 2009 13:17:00 GMT |
death by association |
I read in the paper
that this kid I used to hang with
shot another
much younger boy on a bike
I remember sitting up the playground
high on pot
and other sedatives
picking on this kid
To me...
it was ...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 09:40:00 GMT |
pen of fire |
She took my poetry to heart
the weeping
non rhyming
caustic
words of my being
and began questioning
the significance of our relationship
I told her that they
are just words
that they mean nothing
or ...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 13:25:00 GMT |
over the edge |
I stood there for awhile
after she walked away
blue dress waving to me
as the wind of our relationship
said a silent goodbye
I crossed my arms
high up on that cliff's edge
watching the sun sink
and m...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 15:06:00 GMT |
The wishing seed ( For Kim..thank you) |
If you ever stood still
with the ground pressed to your bare feet
the grass in all it’s coolness
on a day that seems limitless
That is but a small touch of love
The way she makes me feel
her ha...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 17:11:00 GMT |
serial dinner |
We sit together
in a corner booth
of some chrome covered diner
out near the interstate
talking about serial killers
over strawberry cheesecake
and cherry coke’s
I can’t seem to get my tho...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 11:31:00 GMT |
me and Bukowski |
She said that she loved me
loved my personality
loved my kisses
on her slim lips
loved the way
that I made love
Loved everything about me
but she also said
that I have my faults
my changes
my anger i...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 00:20:00 GMT |
my disease |
I can’t stand what I signify
a lonely
defiled
old man
with nothing to lose
but the indignity
of wiping his own ass
and the very little I get from my pension
and a wife who has been dead for six...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 13:29:00 GMT |
curtain call |
They rustle in
breaking the silence
of an empty auditorium
I...behind the curtain
arms crossed waiting for my introduction
waiting for that big bright light
to envelope me
to heat my skin
to force awa...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 11:21:00 GMT |
vote republican |
I think it’s stupendous
how society works
how we drive our fat cars
windows rolled down
on hot summer days
cigarettes resting between two yellow fingers
singing along to the radio
filling our hu...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 00:00:00 GMT |
