Archived Poems

she recognized it was uncomfortable and in other news the warmest year on record they met talked about it what creates a problem the vegan world the one we live in looks like a deer must be a gun loves the taste of blood    

presumably cursing god safety being in trouble studied jazz mostly piano and learned to improvise took the program told the sponsor make me a promise follow thru on your education then we hugged

was so fucking sick thought i was dying cause i am asking for a pardon just let the clock tick a little longer found what was missing _  _  _ the death release to somebody you probably know heard the fatal news said something about not coming here surrendered not really just did not want…

i am alone and you are here and i am alone and i do not want to do this anymore never again

keep going one of the secrets of life involves movement cleaning keep the broom working the dust pan looks ready too ponce

imagine no longer needing to worry needing to be concerned mark the calendar circle the day make it a bulls eye pint glasses for the over achiever spent the night out on the couch where i slept with a blanket

didn’t this happen last week and the week before and the week before that the truth we need to tell mom died took the love with her hate destroys us

the land that produced peanuts magnolias and bob who married betty after a short hospital stay i wanted to play woody songs ride a train and bleed so i could bleed again goodbye to however it was maybe we didn’t know then like we know now rub the tired out of your eyes embrace motel…

“what a long strange trip it’s been”…got old and noticed,noam said here we have two parties that represent the same interests:a gun in one hand and a bible in the other,surprised we are still alive,stay well,fight the good fight.

nobody knows where they are going they might say they do and believe they do and often achieve things that confirm they do then something else arrives