Sunday, February 22, 2015

crawl into a hole
make sure it is welcoming
warmed from all past sins

Monday, February 16, 2015

Credit the calvary, which
shows up in time for the
free-wheeling disasters
you know, in the dream,
where you
scream from a tree limb
or piss yourself
just before you wake
from a nightmare divine
just before the gulf crests
do you see what I mean
this fantastic discussion
this lip smacking urge
to smother concussion
credit what shores
up the kindle that don’t
load the bonfire, the wars
the celebrity grunt
the audience looks forward
players need scores
light the match when the
laptop is open and fired
for once let me load
let me goad let me pounce
you know that I dream
and I dream often this sound
of the calvary arriving
loaded and wanton
built in, remembered
poets forgotten
credit the calvary, which
shows up in time
in the knick of free wheeling
forgettable rhyme
my kindle is fired it’s
not letting me load
I look forward to reading
when the laptop’s not broken
thanks for sharing now
I’ll flip the laptop open
be warned
what once was romance
is now specious built in
I miss that the fellow
the enemy within
is cheating the romance of evil, of sin
that’s the sorrow of
those who despair on the chin
bad music, bad poems,

bad stories a sin
bad poetry you say
well, I’m in. I am in.

Friday, February 6, 2015

talk a glass eye to sleep
leave the ventriloquist alone
on an empty stage
say the prayers to home
you left long ago
origami for beginners on radio
foot on the gas
for a travelin’ show
who is the dog
barking at your door
journey proud you are
you are asking for more
on the road to practical magic
Flash Harry is
fascinated by body alone
there’s a Guinness left
on a lonely bar
and none for the tasking
innocents slaughtered
not that it matters
what my name is
I live in the tortured
you can’t just dream
you must break the law
shatter what seems
unable to thaw
home and the heart is
my council my foe
I am outside myself
the garden gnome
has nobody else
I am lonely and indiscreet
the landmine it seems
is at my feet
do I fit the shield over my face
or leave it undone
like a royal disgrace
I know things for which
I shall be made to recuse
I know things always
my head means to lose
am I mad
am I sane
whatever the bother
I am yours
I am mine
I am the revolver