September 4th, 2014

The broken birds all flock to the front seed
Of the Patron Saint of Bus Drivers
Eating grandfatherly love out of his hand.
The beady eye of the vagabond gulls
Can only look on their victims, not themselves.
Still Saint Francis in his squishy hat
Mocks sweetly the feather-plucked flesh
Of the stalkers, the loonies,
And the bitter Christmas sweater women
Who come displaying their disfigured claws.

August 21st, 2014

I hate words like
the Clinton library
Clint Eastwood
They make me want to shower forever.
I’m sick of people addressing
That bit of apple
Instead of me.
It is not
I am.
That leech
Can’t make speeches.
If life were fair
It would be illegal.
I don’t care if you think it’s important.
I’m important
And I wear the pants.

July 26th, 2014

Sweat once
And prove something to someone.
Sweat fifty times
And forget whose Judas you are.
Sweat a thousand times
And feel the pleasure of an addict.
Sweat twice more
And feel your body rip itself apart.
I engage in recreational empathy.
I have learned to sweat through
The exit wounds of inner beauty.

July 10th, 2014

Thursday grinds against me
With cigarette breath.
Rasping my hip bones.
If she and her two lipsticked cousins
Left me alone for a while,
I would know what I wanted to do.

July 3rd, 2014

I am a pesticide.
I didn’t need you to like me
But you needed me.
There was no sugar in my cake.
We went together
Like puberty and the Anarchist cookbook.
But I hardly ever
Read under the covers any more.

June 29th, 2014

Folks that have seen my book know I have a thing for photographing coffee mugs. I have taken a few photos for the sequel, but I don’t know when or if I’ll have enough stuff to make a sequel. So what the heck, I’ll show them off here from time to time. I had a great time taking these with my friend and model Skinenbonz yesterday.
The third time
I saw wild birds at arm’s reach
I think it was
A heterosexual cardinal couple
Done quick enough
Not to be rude or slimy.
But slow enough
To convey a sense of trust
That the world around them
Would not step on them.
When they saw me and left for their tree
I stared after them, believing
Surely something must be wrong.

June 22nd, 2014

Sex would be fine
If it came a la carte
And you got to skip
Playing dental hygienist with your tongue.
It reminds me of those
Parasitic ocean pillbugs
Who eat the tongues of fish
Then stay on
To do the job.


June 15th, 2014

Joyful poem by my friend Suzanne Vogel.

The first coffee of the day
Is like a sunrise in my heart
A flock of birds flapping ‘cross
The skies in clapping art

Like dribble-drabble fingerpaints
By joyful children new to life
I smile at the reconnect
To this old memory slice

It’s like pitter-patter raindrops
On a warm new summer day
Excited to bring forth new life
As puddle-rainbows say…

As I bring up to my lips
The hot and burnt-sweet mug
I kiss a “hello” to the day
And bless this gentle legal drug

It fast brings contrast to the night
It quickly opens up the day
Like seeing a blossom unfold
In fast-forward video play

Thank you, coffee farmers
In equatorial spots worldwide
Whether Monday, Humpday, Friday
Your beans help to make days bright

June 5th, 2014

God do you think
Next time
You could do your own damn dirty work?
I do not like mercy killing your birds.
K thx.

May 29th, 2014

The Andromeda galaxy handed him
Arrogant fuckitude
But he had enough grace to overcome.