Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The Forgotten

You are fickle wind,
untouchable goddess-child,
gone in the summer

I'm remembered quick
in the fall like Daylight Savings Time,
an inconvenience

till the sun is gone
sweet october vinegar
splashed on your broken feet

late night memories
jump around in your skull
a wall of fast claws

cause cold sweats in bed
you bet on me, flattery
cleaning off tarnish

claim I'm not enough
and dart off again, sparkler
just remember though

you may be the wind
touching everyone, sexy
but no one holds you.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Rain Check

Just for me you say
"I gotta work tomorrow"
a pat on the head

Just for them you say
"yes yes it isn't too late"
a few drinks then sex

this vexes me quick
your responsibilities
a hasty hurdle

to keep me away 
until I have to soak some
blood up into me

you say you love me
although it may be the truth,
my role is the same

your shoulder soldier
perched readily to drink tears
an absurd parrot

or plodding packmule
carrying a collection
of both our stab wounds.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

The Flake

Now I feel stupid,
thinking she will ever care
about my rare time

the lesson tonight
is to look forward to nothing
no disappointment

no expectation
means no feelings of real import
means no shock of pain.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

The Parade

The only time I
felt like I mattered today
I was all alone

the sweetest poison around
leaves me defeated

why look forward now
to anything happy, man
why sacrifice self

occasional whim
ignored at the sparkling beach
why did I call out?!

Friday, June 13, 2014

The Gila Monster

The mad lizard brain
unstoppable obstacle
from the truest self.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

The Mercenary


I know my small role
temporary contractor
begging for friendship

friends who remember
how many of us have them
callin' bone-cold phones

not many these days
the friends you can depend on
only want tasks

favors to bank on
'fore we go any further
I'm not a suture  

a walking stitch kit
or dial-up-step-and-fetch-it
favorite sad kid

who can i call in
the midst of a nasty skid
home and forgotten?

Sunday, May 11, 2014

The Seasonal Lover

I was a warm salve
welcomed when it was cold
but now loathed in May

I was a bitter drink
too weird to put lips onto
not interesting enough

with the coming sun
more drugged-up sirens will knock
your parlor ready, wet

Still I'll be writing
weird poems trying to forget
your brief taste for me.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Sour Power

In my haste to chill
I curl a cigarillo
why was I mad now?

The Saltlick

I waste the spring night
fuming over weird friendship
I am a spent fuse.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

The Palette Cleanser

They so often say
"just be yourself and you're good"
what a pretty lie

sinking into ears
made hot by spring night meetups
just the preamble

to the main event
opening band blues sink in
that block out her smile

grace, class, and blue style
she sidles up as we talk
over Jamison

close talk and light touch
this is how the game is won
till my real role dawns

time consuming pawn
I'm no more than another john
as night marches on

pretty sure she thinks at
the main event as she sits
humoring the mark

the glass of water
before the real cherished drink
waiting soon elsewhere

threadbare dream of sex
turned waking nightmare of being
a used teddy bear again

she wants to know why
I am filling the train station
with salted madness

I wag long finger,
good times no longer lingered
there is nothing left for
me now because I'm
just your wilted piece of ginger.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

The Birdbath

Pretty sure I'm the shield tonight,
righteous stoic wall
to post complaints about assholes at,
tired drawn-on guardian
wondering why I'm just so good
for this role,
guess I'm just a walking three-drink minimum
to be milked,
even after she buys her own whiskey,

I'm enjoying myself but wonder
why I'm here besides
my usual place as
her sole therapist in the dark metal bar
while I watch others get the flirting,
we're just attention baths
for her discerning ego,
as she goes we go,
her shapely ass jiggling over drinks
on the counter,
when will I stop being
drawn into playing another one
of her convenient fountains?

Saturday, April 5, 2014

The Wanderer

Wet Dekalb evening
seeking something with seasonings
crave caught on by the
keef and resin bowl steamin,
when shamblin up the street
my eyes meet with
an alcohol zombie on the scene
bloated from the long years as a fiend,
loosie hung the mouth,
greasy unwashed sheen,
I saw him everyday
blank stare slumped out on the steps
he kinda sneers at me
drinkin on the rum that turned him red.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Yet Another Empty Boast

Flabby after weeks
of sticking to minimalist fictions
creating one or two little snippets
about as effective at keeping in shape
as 5 jumping jacks a week,
not enough to climb that
steep distance to 10,000 hours,
arrested by the allure
of romantic russian illusion with
someone who deals with harems
as I work an old job
with old habits
with old faces
with old shame,
the old slavery game erodes at me
but I can hear that xkcd comic whispering to me:

Fuck that shit.

This comes as easy to me
as a camel spits
so ever so late I'll do this 30 for 30
even though it may go till May.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

The Deluge

The rain reminds us
that we are as powerless
as the drowning ant

It is hard to reign
when your crown is swept away
in the real queens' roars.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

The Pawn

I play my small role
a blank face in the millions
too matter-of-fact

Seek the dangerous
bold firefly and be pinned
by biting monsters

there's no knight for you
you wouldn't recognize him
at all anyway.

Friday, February 21, 2014


You're off in the wind
I'm bloodied and left behind
stuck to the red ground

There is no other
use for the dripping doctor
forgotten refuse

Who needs her sweet love
when the bittersweet blade cuts
way more honestly?

Saturday, February 15, 2014

The Satellite

Stellar orbiters
I feel your stark loneliness
I hover with you

Exiled until tears
pain is the greatest teacher
distance it's primer.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

The String

You love doing this,
"i would hangout with you but,"
you'd rather have fun

please have a good time
during winter's gloomy stretch
but don't tease with texts

Sunday, January 26, 2014

The Warmup Act

She needs a stand-in,
a soft hand to hold whilst she
awaits the real show

coming by to snap her
up outta the small front row
left to my same role

to crow over phones
I'm frustrated but choose calm
boiling seas are hot

I no longer want
to be cooked under pressure
so I do one thing

a soothing measure,
mind my business and leave her
to her dark pleasures.