I post the poem I wait for comments I check two minutes later I promise not to check for 30 minutes I lie I check again I notice my poem fell from the top slot I hate the top slot poet I think he’s pretentious I have slipped farther down the list I don’t know why they’re commenting on his dreck I know he is overcompensating for his small genitals I think she’s so untalented I know she only gets noticed because her avatar shows cleavage I notice I dropped even fu...

I shoot my petitions into the black unending night like arrows with tips dipped in fiery faith and though I cannot see where they eventually land I smile content in the knowledge that all my prayers will fall back to Earth answered I rely on this just as I rely upon gravity. Come, hear the poetry at:

I’m staring down the mirror and neither of us is blinking “I see through you” I think I continue staring half-hoping I’ll find someone else without the mundane imperfection of moles and pores stray gray hair and engraved wrinkles that stay long after the laughter has died and what of this mouth keeper of secrets and teller of lies and those sad date eyes? suddenly I want to do away with him and my rhinoceros nostrils flare as I clench my jaw and we begin ...

have been kissed by God and we are scattered randomly throughout this world and we see the word Yes written in the clouds we radiate so that others may find their way through the darkness we’re the eyes that penetrate and reflect back miles can separate our bodies but our souls travel as one our dreams guide our actions we are ever faithful and often confused our contributions exist briefly in loving praxis and are rarely captured save for a p...

She unwraps me and imagines a new lover my cool dark hard bittersweet soul meant to tease and savor she breathes in my heady scent and remembers her first time and she is transported again and again and again to my narcotic netherworld seeing no one around she teases me gliding me over her pink pillow lips my soft edges tickling her and eliciting a conspiratorial smile I bask in her worship and glow in her love her fingertips are warm and I begin softl...

Here we stand on the factory floor surrounded by piles of unwashed laundry unfinished school assignments and other domestic detritus but I still remember the nights of passion and private ice cream parties and thrilling laughter animated conversations about dreamlike imagined futures laying limp and love-spent as the Delfonics played softly and dolefully into the early morning I saw everything anew because I saw it with you we were not always co-workers in ...

Barefoot in my backyard overgrown grass tickling my ankles I looked up at the stars dotting the deep black August night these same stars shone over Seville and Paris and Verona as eternal witnesses to furtive lovers and unanswered heartbeats the one loyal keeper of ancient secrets and collector of eternal wishes looking directly overhead I knew the brightest star was shining for me and I was seized by The Dance extending my arms my feet whirled me into a ...

so what am I supposed to do? I got a reputation to protect that smart ass kid Spider gave me some lip in front of my crew so I had to whack him I couldn't let him get away with that and then that rat Billy Bats he didn't know a thing about respect either I did my time upstate and he still calls me a Shineboy? So when I popped the trunk and saw Bats all tied up and covered in blood pleading "no, no, no" I plunged it into his cement bag gut two, three, four I f...

sleep now let the cool darkness wash over you lay all your problems down it's been such a long day and there's nothing else you can possibly do but close your eyes untangle your mind the Japanese sandman will be here soon so float downstream through this lush and soft rain garden you'll be safe here I came by earlier and sent all the demons and worries away let every muscle loosen and surrender to gravity surrender to the temporary abyss there i...

time is a gun pointed at my head demanding that I live it’s almost too much sometimes life steals me away at a hundred miles a minute in a thousand different directions like the breeze I fly through this life twisting and twirling and dancing and swirling as the caravan moves on and my payoff: an equal number of goose bumps and tears I know there is suffering but sometimes all I can see is the sign the proof the evidence that this was all made for me: ran...

I stare pen poised waiting to shape this pain this suffering into art hours pass I surrender the pen and play "Blood on the Tracks" and decide to enjoy Bob Dylan's pain and suffering for awhile. Buy my book. Don't buy my book. See if I care. Click here, y'all!

Turn me on baby wrap me up in your electric fuzz guitar solo send the firecracker giggle of spicy coconut chicken to my tongue give my body a gazelle’s grace as I jete off the cliff and then spread my wings and land just south of the fragrant field of sunshine roses let the Beatles music play and let this guitar be the extension of my arms soften this heart to catch a glimpse of God in every shape and hue and tone and help nurse my hopes in this boroug...

The tortured soul returned today and he brought his luggage I keep kicking him out but the bastard keeps returning as welcome as a herpes outbreak he tells me about slutty girls who give cheap head and he laughs as he recounts noisy drunken brawls I tell him I’m different now and this life is better but he just smiles and reminds me that nothing’s really changed sure he saw me get baptized and and even applauded but he says “you ain’t fooling anyone especiall...

He said “you told me you Loved me.” She said “no, I never said That. What I meant was ‘I love you.’” “Yeah, but…” “What?” and then a swarm of ellipses and question marks hovered over their latte and scones. It's not like I'm asking for a kidney! Buy my book!

The coyotes cry and their voices pierce the darkened mountain side the ritual starts a single ominous yelp then builds to a chorus of cruel mockery an evil cacophony as they laugh to each other and howl to their god like undomesticated teenagers in a tribal netherworld and at the center of this macabre spectacle cowers a stray dog or unfortunate housecat howling a final plea eyes darting faster than its beating heart racing to the inevitability of this ...