Wednesday, December 28, 2011


Iconic sufferance glares from
Conquered walls giving voice
To the silence like red blood
On pale skin in meager garb
& regal bearing conveying
The portend of eventuality
Desiring this horrific tableau
Might remove itself to the next
Pane in Loki’s unholy triptych
Where darkness gathers out
Side as a murder of shadows
To convince those within of
Sincerity & sharpened beaks
To better break the bread of
Crusted intent & claws to
Rend their faith & scatter to
The funeral winds of home



Waiting for it to sink in
Like a cookie dipped in
Milk waiting for the soak
To rise from the bottom
To the top in this new
Freedom to sop up all
The moist crumbs time
Left on the floor of my
Hour glass to curl into
A ball in a beam of sun
Close my eyes against
The glare of the day
After & sleep a dream
Of chocolate


Thursday, December 22, 2011


Watching blood swell
Along the dotted line
Dripping into the sink
Spreading into shapes
Into a psychologist’s
Wet dream down there
Amongst the lumps of
Shaving cream like
Islands rising from the
Prehistoric mists of
Incompetent ventilation
Erupting unstaunched
Of every barbarous
Imagination tracing a
Cross in the steamed
Over mirror keeping
The vampires at bay



I am finally derailed of
All formal purpose un
Declared of existence
Exposed as bones
Washed up in the tide
An exoskeleton clung
To limb or vine shed
Of this brittle asylum
Denied access or re
Acquaintance once
Ignited the filament
Is forgotten & the
Connection is


Monday, December 19, 2011


Sitting in a pew
Like a wooden boat lost in
A sea of sermon


Sunday, December 18, 2011

The wheel

Walking the perimeter in
One last surreal exercise
Thinking secret thoughts
To erase the monotony
The last I’ll see the moon
Rise over these buildings
& trees or stars disappear
Into the mouths of clouds
From this vantage point
To never again hear the
Solemn sound of church
Bells striking in the pre
Dawn hours before my
Shadow fades into the
Realization it no longer
Belongs here & needs
No longer awaken so
Very early


Saturday, December 17, 2011


Had a dream last night
That I was young again
You were young again
The world was young
Again & our eyes were
Filled with wonder &
Chaos excitement &
Uncertainty prophecy
Unfulfilled & unwritten
Our blood was hot as
Being born & I’m still
Unsure which is better
Then or now that the
Words have been put
To paper now that we
Are held accountable
& we still can’t afford
The consequence


Friday, December 16, 2011

Cicada drone

Sitting in this inside world
Wrapped around ourselves
Needing nothing feeling
Nothing of the outside world
It’s all right here enveloping
Us whispering to us telling
Us what we need to know
Feeding us what we need
To survive artificially in
Capacitated inebriated
Is it day is it night does it
Really matter anymore
Suspended in a memory
Lazing in the afternoon
Heat singing songs of
Attraction & faith that
Our wings will soon be
Unfurled & dry enough
To fly to ecape to live


Sunday, December 11, 2011


Life’s become too
Diluted distilled of
All originality into
A commercial that
No on watches so
Much as absorbs
With ingredients
Once declared of
Themselves now
Conspired into an
Elixir which slakes
Their thirst leaves
Them wanting for
More & welcome
Even banality has
Its price


Saturday, December 10, 2011


Sentiment comes easy
The older I get seems
Tears are continually
Hovering hanging on
Every word spilling forth
At the slightest goading
Constantly vexing my
Reserve the more I hold
Back the more my face
Gives the game away
Contorting & twisting
As if trying to contain a
Sneeze & what good
Would ever come of
That might as well let
Them come did I learn
Nothing as a child


Thursday, December 8, 2011

Tis the season

Observing the bedlam
December composed
From holiday to holy
Day like a temporary
Blindness & a bit of
Pain to vein a blood
Encrusted eye tears
Fall inaudible as a
Whispered impulse
Or misguided prayer
While angels sing
Of stars bells ring
Loud enough to raise
The dead or alarm
The quick from out
Their bed roused
From delusion's
Sacred respite


Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Psalm 23:5

There’s a collision in
The news of one thing
Into another without
Warning everything’s
Changed & certainty
Becomes a parable
Lets me know that I’m
As vulnerable & though
My cup runneth over
My luck’s runneth out
Like a leak sprung in
A stagnant aquarium
Maybe a good time
To go fishing


Friday, December 2, 2011


I see Christmas lights
Thru the trees the after
Math of Halloween like
Jewels rigged from limb
To limb green & red
Silver & gold now cold
As a yellow moon hung
Suspended awaiting the
Midnight cry of bestial
Innocence for every
Season has its ghosts
Ignorant souls evicted
Of any warmth lost in
The uncertain light of
Expectation afraid of
Nothing / so afraid


Monday, November 28, 2011


The break wall stumbles
In need of repair as waves
Insist against it


Sunday, November 27, 2011


Walkin’ thru the woods
Lookin’ at fallen trees &
Dislocated limbs & old
Scrub as if I was walkin’
Down the hallowed hall
Ways & alleyways of a
Museum the rich patinas
Of weather & age ‘midst
The music of birds & the
Raspy whisper of fragile
Leaves bein’ blown about
With nary a ‘do not touch’
Sign nor gibberish docent
Found amongst the lot
Hell I could even step be
Hind the nearest bush &
Take a piss try doin’ that
In a natural history


Friday, November 25, 2011


Life is like finding a curly
Hair floating in your soup
Some people order a new
Bowl & some pick the
Offending strand out &
Continue slurping today
I ate a piece of apple pie
Suspected of having
Acquired mold yet given
In good faith it tasted
Fine to me & even should
I get sick the sacrifice
Was worth the well being
Of the one what brought it
Sometimes the elephant
In the room is made



Looking out my window it
Recollects me of Easter
Grey / rainy / windy / cold
There have been occasions
Of sun & warmth forgotten
Days of color lost in the
Gloom of sentiment hiding
Behind a cloud sometimes
It’s easier to reflect after
The mirror gets broken into
Sharp prisms of solitude
Focusing on each shard
What’s depicted inside
One shade at a time


Monday, November 21, 2011

Losing ground(s)

How much more pointless
Tragedy can we take how
Much more horse shit will
Cover the road before we
Have to walk in the ditch
How much darkness will
Cloud the atmosphere be
Fore the sun becomes
Another dead star in our
Sky & how much longer
Do I have to drink this
Generic brand of coffee
Waiting for prices to
Come back down so
I can drink the good
Stuff again


Sunday, November 20, 2011

...all else is golden

We dream & it comes true yet
So vague as to seem unrealized
Until the switch is thrown & the
Arc connects spanning the chasm
Of darkness now illuminated by
A sickly yellow light coated in
Charred wings dripping deadly
Sparks of madness & recognition
Listen to the tin can echoes of
A hollow symphony displaced of
All reason by the bitter boots of
Revelation & the ragged ass
Remnants of human depravity
No one sleeps in these soggy
Boxes anymore awake to the
Sound of empty bottles breaking
Against the walls like Molotov
Cocktails in the last battle of
Consumption no one sleeps here
Anymore awake to the cries
Of lonely jackals starving for
The night when silence loses
Its worth…


Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Poor taste

Think I’ll put on an ugly
Sports coat & go out in
Public anything for a
Laugh have to be more
Overt since my scent of
Humor is often sniffed
At as one dog inhales
Another seeking out the
Truth no one likes to be
Made a fool of except
Me with me it’s become
A full time occupation &
I must admit I’m getting
Pretty good at it hence
The sports coat but I
Draw the line at a frizzy
Wig & bulbous clown
Nose old age is much
Better at caricature
Than I am


Sunday, November 13, 2011


This world scares me
Not the big stuff you
See on TV but people
The average guy walking
Down the street just look
In his eyes he’s got crazy
Eyes the eyes of Satan
It’s windy & cold & his
Shirt’s unbuttoned & he’s
Spitting out the side of
His mouth like he’s on
Crack or something & his
Mouth's so dry he could
Drink the urine of a woman
Ain’t that some crazy shit
& that’s just outside my
Front door I could get in
My car & drive somewhere
& see some really crazy
Shit you know but screw
That I ain't gonna do that
I’m just gonna sit here on
My futon in my bathrobe
& stare out this window
‘Cause I’m about the
Only normal son of a
Bitch on this street


Saturday, November 12, 2011


An old wooden organ cranks
Up like a biplane ready for
Take off & not enough run
Way a bit asthmatic yet part
Of its rusticity classically
Transpired like Bach on acid
& what is this joy of man’s
Desiring with notes like bugs
Under a microscope that no
Longer squirm aimlessly they
Are small & fit into almost any
Thing a pocket a plastic bag
A bottle found in an alleyway
Only awaiting a small taste
Of redemption or at least
An audience


Abort II

Automatic external
Paralleling contactor
Closed load connected
Spectrum reinforced
Transfer test complete
Reset to source
Malfunction indicated
Emergency breaker
Engaged / disengaged
Proceed to exit


Thursday, November 10, 2011


The sun breaks thru the
Clouds in a stained glass
Window & breathes life
Into the many different
Colors re-animated from
Symbols & scenes of hard
Beauty whether religious
Or mythological secular
Or spiritual conforming
To the weld & wood while
Open to interpretation
& sentiment like the moon
Caught on a fishing line
Gaping at baited stars


Tuesday, November 8, 2011


Trespassing the wood in
A bombardment of leaves
Like brittle confetti filtering
Light thru the clear brown
Bottle of autumn & I am
Drenched in it I am drunk
On it all the sounds &
Scents like hops & grains
To make a fine ale I can
Taste it as a man does a
Woman a sensuous elixir
Infesting my memory with
All the intoxication of a
Youth well spent on the
Desires of age


Monday, November 7, 2011

Sour grapes

Counting out his money
Like he’s living a home

Less dream saving for
A reason he’s too afraid

To spend in remission
Of sins or disease no

Matter what clings to
The vine born in the

Womb of abandon the
Sprout of a seething



Saturday, November 5, 2011


Rummaging thru the
Cemetery searching
For some history for
A revenant of ornery
Relation to intimate
Some connection a
Lost vile of anecdote
Else I’m just another
Dependent on the
Slip of chatterous


Thursday, November 3, 2011


Moments of greatness
Inspired now ignored
Buried in books under
Pages for ever ear
Marked & duly noted
In the margins left on
Some dusty shelf in
Some dusty library
Awaiting destruction’s
Indelicate pendulum
Swing & even Edgar
Couldn’t have fore
Seen from the pit of
Untimely demise
How the gleam of
Blunted blade
Blinds us all


Monday, October 31, 2011


Can it be that it’s still
Evening or is it really
Morning settling ‘round
Me as a jealous mist
Enfolding me like a
Mother does her son
Holding me close to her
Breast smothering me
In mystery fending off
The day of who knows
What may bring could
Be good fortune could
Be good riddance when
The light’s turned on
What’s been revealed
Ain’t always an option
We would choose but
It don’t matter anyway
It’s all just ordinary


Sunday, October 30, 2011


& fallen angels are crying
For the length of the storm
Then it’s over like a life left
Unborn ‘til the tree is bare
Of leaves covered in wind
& weightless concerns with
Out knowing who passes
By nor recognized of place
In a world that’s stopped
Mid revolution in a reversal
Of fortune while the lonely
Fiddle saws a sorrowful
Lament & old bones tap
Dance on a stage built of
Gnarled roots & regret as
You reap so have you
Sown so are you


Tuesday, October 25, 2011


It’s the tea time of my
Soul when I reach for
Sugar but settle for salt
When it’s equidistant
Between bewildered
& acceptance I’ve lost
My point of view but I
Don’t dwell on it not
Anymore too much
Sand has settled on
The bottom too much
Life's consumed by
Wishes & now the
Tea has grown cold
& bitter maybe I'll
Switch to coffee
& rice cakes


Monday, October 24, 2011


Twice the day begins anew
Without any rain & not much
Aggravation standing in line
Being the only stone in my
Shoe & even then surrounded
By family so’s to make it more
Tolerable & laughter to mask
Our fear of bees we rode the
Wagon deep into the woods
Horses pulled us thru water
& mud becoming children all
Amongst sheltering trees of
Autumn bare & yet some
Occasioned colorful still the
Air breathed clean & sky
Empty of all but blue as
Once again I found myself
In a different wood taking the
Dog for a walk on a path of
Stone & steel & even though
Exceptional the day finally
Ends with me on my couch
& you on yours blaming the
Dog for all manner of snorts
& snores when really I think
It was you all along


Thursday, October 20, 2011


The air was crystal
The night was acid

The stars were yellow
As jaundiced eyes

The moon was a bowl
Of mother's milk

The grass was green
& sharp as guilt &

Desire was damp as
The morning dew

Love was a heart
Shining thru the palm

Of your hand & flesh
Was no obstacle


Monday, October 17, 2011


See how the world has come
Alive with biblical visions
Advertised at select locations
Nationwide for a sojourn in
Armageddon submitting
Predictions in the voice of
Invention few can ever afford
Like food to fill the fatted
Calf while rumors of mass
Consumption cough & laugh
Celebrating a myth no one
Believes in anymore but it
Keeps the economy satisfied
So long as it remains mostly
Convenient while Debt waits
With a festive face ‘cause
Someone always jumps the
Gun & spooks the anxious
Herd into suggestion


Sunday, October 16, 2011


In between the layers
In between the sheets
Winding towards some
Unknown destination
Awaiting the great re
Awakening meanwhile
The lights flicker & the
Dogs howl without any
Obvious reason still
Giving us presence


Friday, October 7, 2011


The winter of my dis
Content has not yet
Arrived & already
More snow than usual
Is predicted these are
The kinds of prophecy
That drive me mad
Why spoil my autumnal
Interlude my season of
Joy with an armchair
Weather report fore
Casting the onslaught
Of Hell now they blame
The groundhog so's I'm
Afraid to see my own
Silhouette & if I can't
See my shadow how
Am I to know the
Direction my day will
Eventually take


Wednesday, October 5, 2011


Checkin’ Bob* for ticks
Rufflin’ his feathers for
Signs of alien parasites
While walkin’ thru the
Woods takin' steps to
Insure nothin’ hops a
Board ridin' his bones
Like ridin' the rails &
Beggin’ for a hand out
Knee deep in another
Depression & Bob just
Ain’t got no tolerance
For bums with a taste
For his blood & if I find
Any I give ‘em a burial
At sea / eventually / if
You know what I mean


*my dog

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Bad Bascomb

Once again I commune
With those lost souls
Empty spirits occupying
The flesh of innocent by
Standers standing by un
Til these moments of
Technical difficulty are
Resolved re-animating
The Zombies or at least
Changing the channel to
A Wallace Beery movie
Now he knew how to
Make pathos funny with
Or w/out Marjorie Main


Monday, October 3, 2011


pumpkins pokin’ their heads
thru the soil like the dead
takin’ one last look around
to see if anything’s changed
if anything’s different puttin’
their orange noggins within
the guillotine’s reach for one
last gasp of a life left behind
given over to the knife & the
flame to the haunt of



The writing on the wall reads like
Carnage mixed with white wash
Seeping into the cracks dripping
Into words then fading thru the
Light of day 'til it finally becomes
Nothing more than insinuation
Just tea leaves in the bottom of
A chipped cup somebody once
Rescued from a junk shop & I’ve
Not the gift of interpretation of
Speaking the language of angels
Amongst demons & such as in
Habit this world with only black
Ink in their veins to compose
Ruinous obituaries & stumped
Teeth to worry the entrails of
Unanswered prayers



Playin’ notes in between
The ones everybody hears
Playin’ notes make you
Cry for no apparent reason
A subliminal message no
One can ever explain like
Dreaming of another person
Sleeping dreaming of me & I
Guess it needs no clarification
Lives intertwined as a thread
Of conversation how do I
Know if I’ve won or lost do
I just roll over & go back to
Sleep with a song like some
Continuous loop unravelin’
In my head never knowing
If I'm alive or only dreaming
Still grateful for the ride



Observing a deer in
The cemetery avoiding
Headlights lying on a
Grave in pastoral repose
In compose of a poem
‘Midst the famous & in
Famous the political &
Reverential like a stained
Glass window in a Tiffany
Frame of mind listening
To the wind play in the
October trees no hint of
Gunpowder only traces
Of death scented peace
& tranquility molded in
Stone & marble veiled
Under obscure leaves
Of memory