Saturday, November 24, 2007

My Absence

I was recently injured in a sporting event, which required surgery, I and have not had the opportunity to visit anyone's site. Sorry

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

She plays hopscotch
over her sorrow.

Free Trade

A tree plants itself in my living room
dripping coffee from its roots.
Babies suckle for caffeine.
As the years go by they grow too big.
I watch them crawl away.


Cedar ballons plummet to the ground
and splinter.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Brandy and sex.
The warmth of her body
makes its way
across the sheets.
A capsule full of tenderness
sits on the counter.
We stare at each other,
quite unsure about it all.

Friday, November 16, 2007

American Sentences

For Fun, I'm boring out chunks of brain during the electrical storm.

If only you were as dead as a stinking pile of moldy leaves.

Geezus is the name of my savior, who I call daily for pity

The banister of family tradition spins and crashes to the floor.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007


Pills in the morning
and then again
in the evening.

This thing,
it never ends.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

This Mechnical Life

After years
of sharpening,
I sketch myself
a thin layer
of protection
with the pencil
that have fallen
from my brain.

Monday, November 12, 2007

I am dragged by the nostrils
into bed with a beautiful woman.
I wonder what it will be like
when the last remaining
rust of our iron love
has flaked away.

Sunday, November 11, 2007


Not just
you in my arms
but you
in my arms.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Dodge Ball

A massive glob
of stupidity
comes tumbling
into our life.
We gather up
pieces of our intimacy
like lines of broken
shells washed
along the shore


We lie in bed
like invasive-surgery patients,
holding hands
beneath the sheets.


Her eyes
are covered

Birth Control

She crams her love
into a cardboard box
and sits upon it.


A wounded bird
is warming her eggs.
Envy ferments in a jar
full of broth and spice.
The last gulps of agony
to ease a worried mind.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Between puffs
of cigarette smoke,
she flat-irons regret
with the heaving rise
and fall of her chest.

Through the Windshield

The philosophy of disaster relief
beats like a heart against vacant homes.

Somewhere in the foreground
a pink tricycle stalls in the muck.

Monday, November 5, 2007


A watch ticks
against my thigh.

In the shallow
pockets of my life
time goes by,

but no deeper.


Lines of road
sketched up

and down
I walk

where my

are led
and then

my head
falls off

and rolls

where my mind
was going

in the first

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Battle Prayers

With pesticide for armor
I march into the nest.
Sadness is beaten with a crutch
until it is molded and shaped
into perfection.
When the birds outside
their guts
become skin.

Their songs
the gurgling
of smooth muscle

At the Carnival

A large cannon launches smileless bachelors
into the air as spectators with popcorn
ooh and ahh at the plummeting of youth.


A carton of forgiveness
spoils on the counter
The suspense of murder.
I have killed her again
and again.

Exploratory Surgery

A man slowly pulls
internal organs
from out of his belly-button
and lays them on the table
to be examined.

Finding that he never
had a heart,
he dies with the
last gasp
of his lungs.