Constipation
a cat calls beneath my window and my stomach hurts from constipated poetry; I’m turning into mush from trying to lift these literary weights and be like them, dreaming of storefront windows and...
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on my driveway in Point Loma, smoking 3 cigarettes, I thought it was my cat Ferguson cracking bird-bones at four in the morning, but the white and grey patchy creature was a shiny eyed opossum, who...
View ArticleMurder by Dinner
I’m going to dinner and I’m nervous. A family friend; Don’t continue your trend, Mike. If the one drink, two drink Three drink, no think Pink elephant stupidity of the Alcohol speaking; Speak when...
View ArticleA Christmas Vision
Quietly now, the children are sleeping While we two are creeping to bite cookies and leave them. Practical worries about the yearly tour of duty: Every floorboard creaks, every giggle recognizeable;...
View Articlecoming calling
The snow has touched the mountaintops And the leaves drift on the ground. My breath is grey before my face As I’m walking into town. I left my car parked in the drive; I wished to go on foot. A whim...
View ArticleA Dream on My Couch
In a dream that plucked me From the couch that I slept on, I walked, ant sized, through the growth In my garden, Shaking nasturtium stems To feel the dewdrops like rain, And climbing mountains And...
View ArticleSoshial Obligashuns
Damned to be a husband I rebel As all others before me, more or less: Within the strict limits Of my integrity and commitment. Get the fuck out of my poetry journal! Consistency and constantly aware Of...
View ArticleCricket Machine
It is cold in this basement Cracks in the casement Windows leak whatever warmth To the suckling of the cold. Share! Share creaks the air Of that many mouthed night sky. In a forest of bare breasted...
View ArticleStays the Same
You don’t know what you’ve done Wrecked the car by going too fast And I along for the ride Get the lash of blame Because I pumped the gas. Your shirt has come undone These windows are steamed from the...
View ArticlePostponement and Consummation
A slight stirring of wind Holds this gauzy curtain away from the window, Reminders of a springtime outside, all green And flowers and wholesome shit. Me, I just want to get drunk Feel the empty agony...
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