Monday, March 26, 2012


In all things is a heartless
Condition void of passion
W/out room to maneuver
& no space left to fill it’s
All or nothing in the middle
Of the road lies a desert
An empty wasteland of
Death & boredom no one
Ever survives without a
Desire to sacrifice to keep
The engine going before
It sputters & gasps like a
Fish out of water or a
Clock out of time hung
On a singed beam of
Extinguished light


Monday, March 19, 2012

After The Rainbow

Watching the storm build from
The west above the rooftops
& treetops & clouds stumble
Together then fling themselves
Apart like frightened armies
Stampeding creating a grand
Disturbance & lightning sparked
Of hardened resolve to complete
Some misguided mission when
Conditions are just right & every
Body taking cover until the battle
Rages past & the all clear has
Sounded to emerge from sub
Terranean shelters to see what
Remains of their broken lives


Friday, March 16, 2012


I’m thinking of taking
Out an insurance policy
Long as I can still play
The odds & fiddle the
Figures ‘cause losing’s
A sad possibility when
You stumble at the gate
& wasted time is hard
To make up like a bed
Where the cadaver still
Sleeps & no way to get
Around it & no way to
Get away


Monday, March 12, 2012


Talked about you the
Other day feeling sorry
For ourselves not yet
Gone a year so mostly
We just had to laugh
Saving tears for later
When we’re all alone
Together in an obituary
Reverie just two crusty
Old gossips sitting on
Their barstools hardly
Able to read the black
Board hanging behind
The barmaid where all
The beers were listed
Can’t neither of us tell
The difference without
Our fucking glasses &
Whatever we ordered
Helped get us through
These indiscriminate
Memories of you


Friday, March 9, 2012


A face emerges from
The curtain familiar in
Its shifting illusion per
Haps I should recognize
But it remains imprecise
Withholding a mystery
Unfocused in anguish
The material wavers in
Light & darkness in the
Creases & folds softly
Whispers of the breeze
As if perplexed by some
Transitory secret now
Gone limp & lifeless as
A pool of spent blood
Coagulating in the
Shadow of...


Tuesday, March 6, 2012


I love watching my
Dog eat carrots how
He holds ‘em between
His paws & chomps
Down on ‘em rending
To his heart’s content
He enters a sort of
Religious trance his
Eyes glaze over & I
Can almost hear his
Body humming like an
Ancient telegraph wire
Connecting pole to
Pole across some mid
Western plain lost in
The joyous desire for
One more sweet bite
Of orange bone & no
Thought at all for the
Entity suffering its