Thursday, April 26, 2012


I am not a preacher
I am not a teacher
I am just a creature
Of habit I can’t tell
What you’re up to
But I can just about
Predict what I’ll do
Next & sometimes
I’m even right


Monday, April 23, 2012

Coin op

Existence is a penny
Arcade game plugged
Into the subtle grid of
Organic consumption
As once modern now
Quaintly eccentric &
Comprised of flimsy
Cables & barely wires
Connected to some
Remote history like a
Face can’t place the
Name in calamitous
Facility so beckoned
On the breath of greed
A scam that welcomes
Custom a prayer that
Eats your soul & well
Pleased with the trade
Applauds clever ability
Before pocketing the
Profit & sending you
On your merry way


Friday, April 13, 2012


My mind’s like a steel trap
Rusted shut crusted over
In bitter confusion dense

As dark beer ruinously
Muddled guzzled into
Submission abandoned

& bewildered abiding
The dark in this prison
Of time gone wrong


Monday, April 9, 2012


The years have stolen my
Voice I used to think I had
Something curious to say
Now I just open my mouth
& yawn like I’m tryin’ to
Catch butterflies nothing
Ever happens but what’s
Already happened many
Times before only maybe
Slightly different I guess
The trick’s just stayin’
Awake in case the un
Expected the unexplained
Actually ever occurs like a
Beautiful butterfly landing
On my tongue & I have
The presence of mind
Not to gulp in surprise


Friday, April 6, 2012

The fix

God plays dice with our
Teeth our bones drinks
Our blood like red wine
To clear the celestial
Palette while we seem
Content to wander blind
& blunder thru our short
Existence loving & fighting
Living & dying we oblige
The grand design playing
Our small parts without
Understanding the script
All except those who
Undertake to rewrite
Misfortune corrupting
The divine tragedy to
Fulfill their sense of
Worth & nothing good
Ever comes of this &
Nothing bad for it is
All foretold & thunder
Is only another roll
Of the dice & the rain
Tastes of metal &
Paints us the color
Of lust