Words
Tree in Winter
You will be here again. Your eyes
closed in brightening light from
a window, open in winter. Magenta
blooms lidded, your forehead held
by a shoulder put forward...
Recovering
Recovering Irecover likestrength sappedfrom maple treesawaiting
syruplike a broken
stirrupon a runawaysteed
its rider upsidedown
being draggedoff intoa distance
unasked forunknown
or a ghostunwilling
to admitthat deathhas brought
the end ofbreath
the sounds ofa...
en el camino con angelitos
L.A. i said isn’t that where dreams go to die where you never say hello so you don’t have to say goodbye
where crooks find love and lepers fornicate and...
Postscript
Covid – year two. I no longer live within myformer parameters.Sleep comes in waves per night as does dream.
Some days the sun sings I’m...
Bukowski, again
oh holy poetic
father
your long skinny soul
scrawled across the backs
of thousands of naked spines
and how each drop
of battery acid
dripped from the dots
in the eyes
and the...
What I saw
I didn’t see the little boy tuck a stolen loaf of bread under his jacket as he ran with his desperate bounty, but I...
Get it Together
Just there after, the lights dim down to a nearly indiscriminate fade.The hush falls on the crowd like a falling line of dominos.It’s the...
If I could fight
Dear diary,
I felt a new emotion
after weeks on end
of nothing but fatigue;
it was hatred
for the human race
It's been getting worse
after coming so...













