screaming at low volumes
watching fights, the blood sometimes drips like the faucet on pearl street, in mystic. and the drunks, determined are as likely to piss in the house as a new puppy. Sometimes they piss on your bed, passed out and unresponsive. hustling everything, the love, the compassion i’d sell you my dreams for a bottle of … Read moreEverything Costs
Coming home, where ever it may be, Coming home, where love waits for me, Coming home, where dishes need to be done, Coming home, where life is such fun. dreaded arrivals and international gates… who waits for me, who waits for me, While i transport profits, hidden in jean pockets, who waits for me, who … Read moreautobiographies are dead memories
the lies, the lies, the lies were mostly mine. and all i wanted was to fuck someone new. but desires are like tea: without water, it’s just a bag of shit to carry around. I look at the sleeping face of the whore in the bed and i know she doesn’t want any money because … Read moreRich Whores 2
The loneliest motherfucker on earth will judge with all the vigor of a dying rattle-snake. Such hatred (Perfection) Perhaps the only perfection in life, in this life. For this, I would smoke cigarettes & drink coffee.
Broken teeth chipped fingers occasional blindness to pay rent… let me rest, let me cry, my broken back, hard heart disabused of illusion, there is no freedom to buy. Not in a house, Not in a car … but in fire there is renewal, if not freedom.
if i could, i would, but i can’t, so i imagine i can, just not for myself. base truths delayed a required process: educational challenges. murder and mayhem, scene after scene, act after act. blood and fear stir in needle necks, desperate to walk out of this movie. police riot filled with love weeping tears … Read more2020 loves you
Some hands are born grabby born touchy, born to reach Some arms are born to retract born to block, born to cover Some eyes are born to lie born to cry, born to look away Some tongues are born to pierce born to smother, born to kill.
my head hurts where are we going? what have you done? Everyone is beautiful and somebody loves her – who am I trying to convince? (myself)
had just bought papers at the headshop when a train of people declaring the value of black lives passed by. i clapped, as any worthless spectator can… but it felt good, like a fight just won by your guy. I bought a beer from the corner store when the train of oppressed people turned the … Read moreBLM
nati was a half written poem, nina only got two, jody never got one, but she showed-up in a few. paula didn’t spark – erika sure was a muse, but together we were dynamite and a fuse. never knew just what to say always felt good anyway… the beginnings and the ends was all just … Read moreMuse Poems