Discotheque Junkie |
Discotheque Junkie
You mutilators of modern culture,
Holy historical gravediggers, taking
The corporate hatchet of trendsetting
Hacking the intestines of events past
Celebra...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 12:45:00 GMT |
The Sun No Longer Shines Here |
The Sun No Longer Shines Here
Ive been downing whisky
For awhile, an elixir for the exiled
In drab room, where the knacks are
No longer hanging by a thread
Where life stops...
Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 13:11:00 GMT |
Decaying Infrastructure |
This is a new poem. I'm a little rusty because it's been about nine months since my last one. Decaying Infrastructure Dear friend, squire of the poorKingpin of 125th & 2nd, the placeYou gorily supplan...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:35:00 GMT |
The Midmorning Sprawl Society |
This is the first new poem I've written since I think September.
"The Midmorning Sprawl Society"
Under the streets, we crawl
Hiding under abandoned tunnels
Looking for city antiques to photogra...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Dec 2008 00:14:00 GMT |
Random Thoughts: Meandering In New York Edition |
Well, I've been in New York City for six months now. I have to say that I love it here. You can buy alcohol at a convience store, go to a peep show to relieve some tension (which I do every time...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 19:21:00 GMT |
City Lights, Dreary Nights |
This is the title poem of my New York City based poems.
"City Lights, Dreary Nights
In the midst of a monetary meltdown
Pedagogic hustlers are dancing
For penance on the D train,
The spectato...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 22:26:00 GMT |
Guild of Forelorn Souls |
"Guild of Forlorn Souls"
I'm shuffling through pictures
Of people I no longer know
In the stillness of this silent room
White walls with secrets burrowed
Within, I'm exanimate, missing...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 11:09:00 GMT |
Contentment Is A Curvaceous Woman |
"Contentment Is a Curvaceous Woman"
Contentment is a curvaceous womanHard to obtain, a pain to sustain, When it leaves leaving you in distainLeaving me a suicidal man
I wake up with the crows scratchi...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 06:19:00 GMT |
Rose Petals In November |
"Rose Petals In November"
We first began in Central Park SouthYou with you satin summery dressI was reading Proust, doused inMy own sweat from the humid sun
We had a strong connectionYou were writing,...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 07:24:00 GMT |
Let It End |
"Let It End"
Whenever the binds of life drag
You down, let the suffering end
Ascend to an enlightened plane
Don't allow the ruffians to ruin
Your quality of life, because
They'll be the first...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jul 2008 12:41:00 GMT |
