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Poems
The Usual Bricks NEW
As I Wade Back Out Into the Shallow End of the World
Old School Empty
Orion
Grenade
Among the Ashes
Where the Dust Gathers
Salaryman
Match Head
Swerve
Quiet Little Ruckus
Chokes and Warbles
How to Write a Poem in a Single Sitting
Moth and Me
Miracle of the Pond
Secret Reading
Come Again?
Rag Quilt
Lemon Juice
Workaround
Sutures
Formerly a Bird
Frogs
Plague in the Time of Love
Somewhat of a Miracle
The Bag
How Much?
The New Weird
This Breath
One Road, Separate Storms
My Tremor
Skein
Without Knowing
Drugs I Could Never Say No To
Undone
75¢
Parking Lot
Before the Clouds
Acorn
Indifferent Sky
Commencement Address
Umlaut
Game On
Like Button
Alone
Hope Fled
Block
Eleven Haiku for Ella
Overhead
Rock-and-Roll Haiku
Anthology
Example
Reflection in Barstow
Next Time
To the Child I Hope to Have
Drive
A Month of Haiku
My River My Woman
Hard to Find
Scrapbook
Roost
Wink
The Tree Outside My Window
Debt
Restless Toy
January Lies
Dark December Elves
Right With the World
Rainbow
Teach My Kiss to the Cactus
HA!
This Weekend
Nothing Wrong
Exterminator
Firefly
Sleep 13
God Damn America
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rebuild from coffee up the morning that collapsed |
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let me also remember the joy of floating upright as far from the ground as from the sky |
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the moon fails to put a shine on these lustless unremarkable hauntings |
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follow the tic-tac-toe of his belt that’s his dog that bright one right there |
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where am i what am i doing here why am i holding this hand grenade |
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one layer at a time the sky collapses till a dark gold ring surrounds the earth |
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prematurely gone to dust there i fell and there i stayed |
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bless this home and all those employed here |
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i’m taking you back out of this dark and forgetting place into the daunting glare of the stage lights |
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long overdue long look at yourself |
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finally got around to raising that ruckus took me long enough am i right |
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My loveliest chokes and warbles fall, rise, echo unheard, return to earth and die. |
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crack your knuckles pray for insight play metallica |
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a moth flitted around my phone as i fired up a game |
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ducks waggled through like tourists kids the same left footprints in the muck like the ones on the moon but deeper |
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i lean against my car for one more bukowski poem |
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there will be birds who know you by name not a one of them can be trusted |
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thought he was praying but he was scrolling through his phone |
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you overlooked the path of my fingerprints highlighting the secret message |
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what if it hurts forever? |
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my daily mouthful of blood |
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this used to be a bird |
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thousands of tadpoles attempt to ripen into a throng of frogs |
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make love to the virus |
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no one posts a facebook congrats on my minor reincarnation |
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i broke free on a tuesday |
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the weave of color that heaves up over the hill like flags of a safe and welcoming country |
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rules have changed and nearness is the new weird |
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plunge your face into the petals let the scent absorb you |
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my storm dropped around me as i drove |
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some genetic gear slipped its strand announcing my decline |
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dying is the ugly scribble of yarn wasted as you learn to loom |
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this is the day you'll find god |
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i get the shakes if i go too long without |
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you savage your errant words with a pencil’s unforgiving end as if to punish the paper for its lack of oversight |
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it seems every year they up the price of a dream |
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when you have nothing to write about, you write about writing |
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it all seems heavier at night the rage of all those eons heaving down upon you |
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an acorn remembers its future |
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your eyelashes and birthday smoke fetch nothing from an indifferent sky |
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i have no advice to give no pearls of wisdom to disperse |
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it lives on basement dank and starves its own dreams just to make them stronger |
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the dice drop nothing but eyes |
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oh the rush of accomplishment that comes with that click |
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what you find you keep to yourself what you love you love alone |
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hope fled and i sped after in a '98 taurus shaking like a wet puppy and reaching out the window every twenty seconds to wipe the rain from the windshield |
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you leave all the pages empty the ink unspent |
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How can a perfect stranger come into your life and hijack your heart? |
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above the broken dunkin' donut promises |
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All the girls swooned for A guy who could play guitar. I took up the bass |
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poor aurora like a sunflower heavy with lovely bent by the weight of her own light |
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write down a word quickly the first that comes to mind |
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i looked into a truck stop mirror and saw |
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next time i say no i'll mean it |
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we fully expect you to hate us once in a while almost as an after school hobby |
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into and out of the parking garage through the front door with a card swipe the elevator is waiting to eat you |
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tight black power lines cut the sky into ribbons the clouds do not mind |
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my river is a woman as beautiful and fearsome as any i've known |
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i will never be a rich man but i can give you poetry |
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now reach again into this fire it is also your heart |
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a loud and lonesome bird has built its nest in my heart |
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far greater than any sunset i've ever seen or any ocean i've ever challenged are the soft weapons of her eyes |
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i prefer my tree dressed in april |
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his eyes follow me i sit only a few feet away and tell him it's not safe here |
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when it begins to break hold your heart in your hands feel it kick like a restless toy |
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january lies and says you're forgive |
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dark december elves scuttle cross the rooftop tuck and pitch down the flue |
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unfamiliar with the usual posturing i prayed from my chair over coffee |
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i live with a black cat named rainbow |
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the sky rolled like a funhouse barrel and she fell tumbling to unfold at my feet |
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everything was easy cash like a pad of post-it notes and time enough to ramble and pause |
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don't come calling this weekend my phones will all be melted my doors will all be dumb |
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astronomers and meteorologists are hard at work even as i speak to find a perfectly good explanation for the rain of blood |
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all junkies must be destroyed |
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one remains between granny's nails blinks and buzzes and worries its wings |
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My heart moves like a shuffled deck. |
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i believe if god touches us at all, it will be with the back of his hand |
