Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Not quite out of reach

The flowers on the other side of a chained-up fence
are really no more valuable that those that are
more readily accessible..


a small-child
a bored-teenager
a drunk-adult

will tear their clothes
to grab that thing that is nearly
but not quite

out of reach.

Saturday, November 27, 2010


The pipe’s gone black
The ice has melted
The eyes roll back
Hyper hocus pocus
The buzz of an angry locust

Rock and roll down the street
A 280 bpm heartbeat

Count the sheep
As they jump the fencing
After 1500
Give up and take more medicine

Friday, November 26, 2010


Watch out for the cougars tonite my son
Theyre female pride on the prowl

And theyre out and about on the town
Snarls and scowls
Gnarly growls

There were three in my living room not fifteen minutes ago
Doing lines on the table
________________________ .
And trying to get their story’s out first

Extra, extra, Ive got more to say than you
Anyway its all old news but

Now theyre out
And the point is if you’re a sexy c.u.b.
Keep an eye out in the pub

They want to share the carcass
of fleeting youth with you

And after mauling that beast to the ground
And ripping its throat out with your teeth

Its satisfying to share the kill and watch the blood drip from their jaws as they feast.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

luxury tax

Everyones worn out in my house.
When everyone lives late
The days get longer and longer///

Until all of a sudden you havent slept for two days
And sleep has a luxury tax that you cant afford///


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

And thats that.

She looks good in soft lighting…

I‘ll give her that.

She purses her lips in that way that lets you know

That that’s that.

And that’s that.

You could sit and think about

The symbolism of the grin of the Cheshire cat

Or maybe a smile’s just a smile

Not part of any allegory

Just another piece of that

Part of the story we leave out

As if it’s a given

She looks good in soft lighting…

But you can tell she’s a hard woman.

Sunday, November 21, 2010


I want a pretty little kitten to play with
I want her to purr when I stroke her
I want my presence alone to excite her
I want to buy her little trinkets to play with
Balls of string, fake plastic mice
Or if I am being more honest
Perfume and jewelry and surprise trips to the movies
or dinner somewhere nice
The problem with felines is
Its hard to find out whether or not they
really love you
or whether you are just a plaything

or a source of food..

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

On this fine day

Another day stuck in the office chair
working on my vacant stare.

"How you going man?"

He says politely.

"Oh, I'm getting there."

I'm getting there but really, really, really, slowly.

An assistant in a shop says: "Can I help you?"

I say: "Blow me."

That's an accurate summation of my thoughts and feelings on this fine day
I'm looking forward to tomorrow, today was somewhat of a throwaway.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Why the West is Wild

My city is full of metrosexual rednecks
They preen and cavort with retromullets and bizmos
They babble of dabbling in chemicals

Of course only specific ones

They haggle over obsolete gizmos
Beeping and bleeping and flashing like UFO's

We want to isolate ourselves from the rest
And cheat our IQ and drug tests
We want to be the best for LESS
We want to be more west than THE WEST

We want to make Texans look like New Yorkers
Make too-cool-for-school clothes mules look like STALKERS
Selling their eager stares and product-filled hair like Arabian HAWKERS

And when I say we,
I mean I
And when I say I,
I mean me

All ourselves are selfish souls
Seeking karmic wealth in the land of plenty

Tuesday, November 9, 2010


When an absence becomes a presence
A teardrop can become an ocean

And a man could swim forever
Never finding dry land
Or even shallow water where
The bottom could be seen

To avoid love is to remain dry
And men are suited for life on dry land

But water is needed by men simply to live.