“you are
so beautiful”
I said, and then wept when
the uncertainty flickered in
her eyes
My Tomb
I live
yet walk upon
my tomb. I long to fly
up there and escape my coffin;
this Earth
Addict
the sting
of the needle
brings both pleasure and pain;
i’m addicted to getting new
tattoos
Hope & Despair
disease,
poverty, war –
hatred and bigotry
everywhere; yet each day birds
still sing
Dance with Bullets
young men
dance with bullets –
spill blood and fight in war;
sent to their deaths on the whims of
old men
Wailing Guitars, Big Hair, and You
ballad
from the eighties
vibrates my car speakers –
for a moment I’m reminded
of you
Little Nugget
little
nugget, wide-eyed,
hairless, with red-faced wails;
you just ate – why are we awake
tonight?
Poltergeist
the man
who lives above
stomps, bangs his doors again
I wish he would realize he died
last week
Bullies
bullies
online and off-
they hide from their demons
by becoming monsters themselves
in vain
The Muse
lazy
fans overhead;
jazz guitar distant and
smooth – poetry emerges from
my pen