Poetry

It’s a day if it’s any day and today is one of those – working stiff calling out working stiff pressing down picket fence, lawns, swings suburban dreams. hallucinogen in twilight’s forest gleaming last night last night of hoo-rah first light of going home. Cadillac dreading mold mildew – not frames – keep it up … Read moreSunday Night Comming Home

Win and I talked last night I wish you’d have been there. We spoke of friends & friendship and this culture lacking love. We went on about our questions to devine our true selves – —gay or straight, bent & broken. We agreed the greeks knew best. They knew that gay was happy with the … Read moreHappy

I thought I might make the poetry reading on Sunday, but I was put off by Henry’s editorship of “Open City” with a grand envy of fallen fame. He’d told me about it, asked if I knew bukowski – what the hell, who doesn’t know a drunk poet who’d given up on life shortly after … Read moreCouldn’t Make the Reading

Watching gardens bloom watching them die full circle surrounded by stone faced bricks that have been bled dry; illusions for my eyes. But what of them? Do they feel trapped; their roots tunnel under where I can’t go? A refuge of nature that is less refuge and more show than all the mini-motors that torture … Read morePrison Garden

I say the things I cannot say with words in conversation on these reams of torment from my teeth that keep those words held down. To put this down – here on paper – requires at least two cigarettes. I have given more than my heart to these sad pages; I have given my very … Read moreCost of Doing Business

What are these thingsthey have all said?Is there lifewhen you’re dead?What does it matterif you’re already dead?What is todayif you only see tommorrow?What a strange brandof future sorrow.

thinking about dc I drag life away billowing blue my sky tears my eyes open for tears; sadness & joy. Having once had you now is the time for something new. I’ll ask and I’ll get though I should be careful I have not always wanted to be alone, and now 5 hours from home … Read morethinking about dc

Blow, Wind, blow together, you & I will show them just what fast is. Maybe we’ll do it slow to see their bad reactions, maybe they’ll be good — at least done well. Perhaps a show, sly Wind so I can slip my arms around you and have you. Tonight, I will wish you were … Read moreWind In My Bed

I cannot see the day That you will be free I can only see The chains that you strain Against your willingness To grow out of past lives. I can’t tell their strength But i see them in all their glorious grey down pulling sadness. To know each kiss Is as each bird’s breath Brought … Read moreAdam’s Chains

June 6th, 2003 Mama put your ass against the window. Baby blow a kiss across my nose. Sister let the heat settle for a minute. Honey, stop over for a fuck or a blow. Lady, I’ll smoke with you the pleasures of the body, If you’ll chew with me on the meat of our souls. … Read moreTravel Log