Poetry

not everyone gets to say goodbye before the great deeds are counted. But I’ve gotten to: I told her, Animals that eat their young are better suited to be parents than she ever was; she only said she loved me. I believe it, too. But I’ve also had whores swear their love ’til death. I’m … Read moreOh Mother

most mornings, i can’t see from the water filling my eyes, it’s sticks and stones that make everything blurry. my chest caves in with the weight of a new day, and the light takes away life’s defining edges. There is no hope, forty or fifty more years of every morning tears: dying is how we … Read moremornings

One wonders, “Do they all look like this naked?” then they all get naked and they do look like this. She sends me messages, “Pls call me im horny” She wants me to be her pimp because she trusts me, she says. I told her she ought to get paid for fuckin’, if nothing else. … Read moredoes it always feel like this?

I drove in to get drunk, get high, and maybe get laid. I was never so ugly that I couldn’t get laid, except for the inside… that got pretty ugly sometimes. sometimes the pills and the vomit, drops from the doctor to keep the demons at bay, the mixed bag of sausages and stale bread, … Read moreWhen working for Carnivals

i lost today; all things, gone. awoke to the sun’s goodbye. awoke to evening’s disenfranchisement. lost my clubhouse a while ago, a victim of fear. lost dreams, loves, voices… [i only took the drugs to be more … acceptable] time gone and gone again and times… oh the times. i won’t see anyone tonight. (but … Read morelost today

I digress with these dreams of home, instead of marching through the bowels of hell determined to reach the other side, conquered and acquired in a satchel of experiences…. were i stronger, able to refuse the dreams – Oh the drunken tales I could tell. But I am not and so I only have tales … Read moredamn the torpedoes

this kindness is as impure as my desires; to oft a ‘no’ is heard where acceptance is required. requited? No… they stream in front of the window where I stoke loneliness with great swings of my arms and I won’t speak to them; their garbled tongue grinds ears to pulp, their whore pussies sap lives … Read morewaiting on decency

I’d met him at the bar, or just outside it – a dive in DC where the powerful were not: just those of us dead inside. He’d told me he was a pimp, but i didn’t see any of his whores. The conversation was muddled and muted, when he finally said, “Sometimes, all a girl … Read moreSometimes, all a girl gots is her fuck

She says “He’s not good looking”, to her girlfriend, then tells me it’s not the same as ugly. she says I’ve got a small cock and that I sweat too much – I drip when we fuck. She gets annoyed in the morning when I probe her cunt with my semi-hard cock; most of the … Read morewhy do i bother?