Category Archives: Poems

to eat an apple core
bite into the hard black life force
(maybe even sprout a few leaves in my hair)
crunch, crunch, crunch



stick a finger in the fire
be a marshmallow
smoldering on the skin, blackening
melting on the in

          side tracked by the
effervescent
          buzzle of
                    neon bees

until open eyes 
stare
beyond the bright white wall
into ?something

unmoving, numb irises

leaving 
on the next ship to andromeda –
scheduled to depart at 10
(there will be complementary seeds)

we leave in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
 

Unknown, possibly 2001

You sat yourself on the corner
I was constructed across the street

A man bicycled by holding a large red umbrella, a shield against the incoming swords of dust
His grocery toting love balanced on the handlebars, bananas peeking out of her bag

More kids, more kids, more kids, and a goat

December 2011+November 2020

Keep to yourself while the other go out
There are foxes and hawks everywhere
For Trent’s lost his head one snow melted day
And it’s quietly safe in your wire lair

And you laid something to care for
So there’s not time to come clean
But that’s not a worry to you
Let the rest sheen and preen

But on a cold fall morning
Bittersweet leaves lie around
With no sticks as a bundle
Your bones freeze to the ground

November 12, 2020

We are in state of Cayenne – a bit of
a haze, sitting on a red plush, beer stained couch
while mouthing a chorus of redundant phrases over three chords
that only speak to nihilists wearing shirts with empty sleeves.

Remember though, that opiates have been in pitchers of Hi-C
long before fluoride was introduced to improve our dental hygiene
(unless, of course, you were a rebel with a well).

And our government will distribute a mass issue of Sominex
to be downed by the handful (with a fifth of Jack
to eradicate the null-gel taste) before we drop the ball
in the Big Apple again. All of this trouble because
we prefer Percocet, while others have a predilection towards Morphine.

Sobriety is not the answer mind you, then we’d notice
that god would have to use his JEM-5G electron microscope
to discover our quark sized race (a strange flavor indeed).

There’s a reasonable solution to our specie’s predicament. We should
crossbreed our genome with the poppy, so that both eyeballs
continue to operate, but none of our eyes can see,
especially not the third one, which will become antiquated symbolism
(like opiates, manna trees, and beating hearts will become otherwise).

Let’s Say 2001?  Who knows.

Where is my sword?
Where is my tablet?
When a good fury strikes.

Many times a gusher rush forth.
Without a bucket in possession.
If there is one it has a hole
And a hand can only hold so little.
So much precious muses’ nectar is lost
Or quenches the now moistened dirt.

March 1999

i once saw a vision of strawberry seeds
salivating and swaying
in the infinite reaches of black

every since then i have lived a life dedicated to
fruit

would you like further proof
of the greatness of spirits?

i have waited in many a communion line
to drink the blood of jesus
(and i’m not even french)

“x’s on your hands, not in your eyes!”
you said
don’t you spout candy at me

Likely 2000