March 17, 2018

This is the eternity you will go to
It will be damp, cold and filled with leaping shadows
You will be a child, lost
You will want safety, warmth and more than anything
To be found
To find your parents
Alleyways and long dank halls
Dead end roads and ladders up to rooftops
These you will crawl and climb and cry
When it is too much
When your throat is raw from calling out
Mom, Dad
As you slump to the ground
All hope vanquished
You will hear your name
From off your mother’s lips
Your father’s question rings out
Where could she have gone
And you will double down on your search
You’ve spent too long looking to give up
And in this way
Will your eternity play out
And out again
And it will broadcast on ABC
And stream live on Disney Prime
A massive hit
Millions of enrapt viewers
Every day
Every hour
Of your endless yearning moment
To find what will forever allude


Foxgloves for the Fight

March 16, 2018

They are children
bodies mutilated in contest
for adoring pleasure
pitting child against child
cheering, jeering
adulation, derision
these children
who go after each other with knives
are our children
our neighbors’
and strangers’
concussed and bleeding
in the colors of their team
flying signifiers of allegiance
for the crowd
not knowing for whom to root
will descend into violent chaos
upon itself
and so to sport
and so to war
they go
those children
who come home to us with knives
knowing nothing else
but knives, pain, mutilation
again and again to it they return
the contest, sport or war
jersey or uniform
into acceptance
team colors the spectators soothe
as the children succumb
to the death wish of their joy

Gender is as Gender Does

March 13, 2018

Between gender and sex
be not bemused
sex is the concrete formation
the determined
intra- or extra-
-version of your nebulous
abdominal terminus
either dangling for laughs or
neatly tucked away
that is
grotesquely understated
what it is
but genderization
is conceptual
a form held in thought
a confusion
that believes
female is feminine
and male masculine
but neither is either
nor one the other
but both may bleed
freely back and forth
ebb and flow
low and high
forward into
or back out of
what is now cemented
was once
a stirrable slurry
ready to accept the mold, the trowel
and be
whatever it was necessary for it to be
new forms
old shapes
the inside out
fully malleable
cock or cunt or both of the mind

Such a Comfort

March 5, 2018

Too much is made of the time
wherein, the people
to contend by battle
muster the will for all out war
it’s in the opposite of the will
in apathy, boredom
desensitized indifference
a world too tired, to put upon
oversaturated in information
exhausted of clarity, of passion
no longer caring
simply succumbed to inevitability
ready and accepting
the entire species Homo sapiens
shoulders slumped
a haunted worldwide sigh
the soft susurrus exhalation
blanketing the Earth
in resignation
go ahead, dear leaders
drop the bombs
hand out the guns
deploy the troops
and beg the gods
no more piqued by folly
than the vaporized
than the blind entombed
losing divine interest
they fade
receding back into dream
now that the dreamers
at last dream no more


February 15, 2018

Ask your doctor and cough up the cash
clear skin can be yours today and subsequently
fall in love
have a family
get that dog good and soapy
catch a firefly
right in the palm of your fucking hand
it’s just like that
no more unsightly spots
and the world is your pimple to pop
just spike the vein
to be a dermatological champion
you rash free mother fucker you
live the life of your wonder bread dreams


February 12, 2018

There’s a knife
separated from me
by a square pane of glass
a shield
between customer and food prep
they use it for slicing citrus
cutting it in half
for the juicer
handle and blade
both painted yellow
but on the blade it’s worn away
steel exposed
limned in golden sunshine
it’s an arm’s length away
through the Liberty Safety tempered barrier
there is a work around
a passage that goes straight through
just to my right
there at my elbow
as I sip from the mug
the moment could come
a direct line
from me to the knife to the bathroom door
single occupancy with a lock
quick, make the move
get the knife
behind the counter
push past
“Out of the way”
open and close and locked inside
“You’ll need police
and a clean-up crew
I’m very sorry,”
and then pressure of the pointed tip
to the orange’s peal
into it, to the rind
the ripe giving flesh
and out the other side
all that juice wasted
freely spilled, strange
how I always so loathed
donating to the mosquito
the leech, the tick
their fair share
such a meager volume
of my ruby bounty
contained no more
come and get it
while it’s still warm

Rattle Head

February 5, 2018

My brain is a baby viper
coiled and flexing
squirming in agitation
against the smooth walls
of its eggshell cage
prodding, poking
testing integrity
impatiently demanding
cracks form
soon to spring free fully-formed
fangs precocious
envenomed and unlearned
in everything a threat perceived
striking fearfully, enraged
one toxic payload, no control
for the hatchling snake
it’s an all or nothing
bite into life


February 2, 2018

Bleeding hearts
I know you hurt
in these days
of callous atrocities
whether government inaction
in the face of natural disaster
or yet another
entirely preventable
mass shooting of grade schoolers
but you must stop
donate nothing
to the funds for relief
for sufferers of grief

Bind tight your bloody pump in gauze
apply pressure
by never donating
allow the charities to die
fund nothing
because by taxes
you already do
and all the rich desire
is that you continue to
once, twice, endlessly
through what the state takes
and through what you freely
are willing to throw at the problem
they’re watching you
counting up your hand outs
to determine how much more
every time, after every death and disaster
they can keep for themselves

Fur Baby

January 10, 2018

infant in a carrier
puffball on a leash
the latter’s roll
as surrogate for the former
usurped and now
an uncomfortable period of waiting
for the dog to hurry up and die

Alien Land Scape

December 29, 2017

Limned red upon a glance
held in sight to green
creeping clockwise verdigris grows
the solid circle
letter selected
eyes roam the board
one out from the trap
meaningless chit-chat
conflagrations, evacuations
arson as flailing heroism
oxygen fanning flames
as it pumps into lungs
falling never lower than
twelve breaths per minute
heart rate blood sugar moisture
watched, checked, balanced
necessities of life
monitored but unlived