Smiles were Upon faces graced Hearts flutter In souls names written Palms sweat Tongues through mouths wander Genitals engorge Condom wrappers quickly torn – In the biology Love made manifest
Quercus Robur
The beats pop while Steaks sizzle on Heat generated by Coals wrapped in Hot flame emanating From oak from – What I imagine was a Very noble tree
Outdoor Supply Website
The site said ‘Our favorite pant’ No ‘s/es’ to be had here Only lingo Dripping in pretension – Is nothing sacred I only wanted a tent Minimal shelter Taking Maslov’s advice – Instead, I got perversion Of the most depraved kind Capitalism The shopvac of the soul – Everything is commodified Beyond what is needed …
Drip coffee (ZZ,HA,PRC) 2018
The morning comes too fast most days. The still of the night lingers into the dawn hours. Where I live, this time of year, mist seems to hug the ground as the Sun begins to burn through the upper atmosphere. Most of us in the city sleep soundly in our beds, cocooned away from the …
A Sunday’s Poem
And this is what it really is? Days passed Money spent Weekends wasted – TV Videos The small rot That eats away the brain stem – Oh that fucking Walrus Spreading its bearded lies You dirty bastard fuck I wonder, if shot out of a howitzer, how you would fly Does Homer still sing of …
Smile Bear
I’m not sure what hurt more, dropping the brick on my foot, or walking straight into a glass door. I was trying to walk the brick off and was in a bit of a haze. That and the door was really fucking clean. Whatever company makes the cleaning product should use my sorry ass in …
She Distant, Beautiful
She lies on her bed distant and beautiful Her head rests on my old pillow hair cascading down silky and black – Her almond eyes move following images across the screen deep and brown eye which once bored deep into my soul – The sheets hug her body holding each curve close As I once …
Aftertaste
The record needle scratched at the end of the record. The popping sound would have signaled to the listener to get up and flip the 45. This listener, me, won’t. The whiskey in my hand, and the whiskey in my bloodstream, all seemed to be ok with the sound of the needle scratching the last …
Earth Below
The light of a beautiful beast, Is reflected like pebbles Fallen as dew From the dripping lips Of the full moon – Under the soaring arc Of ways milky And geosynchronous cameras Pointed to gaze deeply On the heavens above and our hell below – We below stand Looking up in awe At the vast …
Late Night
There is a certain pain I feel, or more accurately pressure I feel when someone talks to me when I’m tired. It’s as if the very tone of their voice is tinnitus for my ears and their every word is grating. The most beautiful sweet nothings could be whispered in my ear when I’m tired …