Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Boys and Snakes

Boy eats snake, grabs a sack of apples from the grocery store and feeds them to a horse. Because horses like apples. Boy stares at his neighbor's mailbox. Mailboxes like spiders, not snakes.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

You Were

There once was more to everything. Then you were here, the new kid from Brooklyn. Fishnets and lipstick, vulgarity and grace. Then you were gone.


Rust crawled over the lattice, poked its fingers underneath the door, put its eye to the keyhole, possessed the constant stream of euthanized ants stomping their way through legions of lead paint cherubs. Rust divined the sterility of the matron saint. Divined the weakness of congealed semen clinging to pubic hair. Rust believes in rust.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

simple truth

Today we sat on barstools, looked each other in the eye.

God Bless

Drip, drip, drip, one little drip can't think, can't check my oil. Bop-ba-da-dop, bop-ba-da-dop. Too much for plastic wrap, too much to throw away. Somewhere in the Netherlands a man lays back and cries "Help me! I can not drink this drip, drip, black, rum, coke and bloodshot button up tie." In the afterlife Geronimo walks with both eyes closed. Through pip-pap-tink- tink-tink-pap graves. God bless this Holy soil, this rain.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012


Fertile Imagery

Put a star on the top of your epiphany
casting inverted clouds on the blackened
pouring light upon the bones, blessed in filth
put a sword in the stone of our emotion
play the dog and the snake in the afterlife
play the puppet and the crown of the future
lick the paint off the face of your pantomime
wearing syllables coarse and acrylic
pleasure god in the sight of every star in the night
flush the demons hiding from the shadows
ascend the stigma to the voice of shame
essenic swine trace the path of nothing
cast a drachma to the fish, wait for violence
cast a storm into the eye of the sea
scrape the walls of a fertile imagery
leaving nothing but ghosts of abortion