Category Archives: Poems

I WILL SEE YOU LATER, carved in a hunk of maple, will be tossed into the sea as my marker when my ashes are scattered there. I want to feel the will of the waves, the constant pull of moon … Continue reading →

A problem with modern poetry: it purposefully finds its divinity in obscurity while I try to ignore obscurity in divinity, creating a simple theology, enough to live on, bequeathing the rest to the Dog to worry.

I love you, Babe. Am jealous to rage of anything or body who violates our sequesterings with their woes of life or their time in tatters. I don’t care! All that matters, you, your rhythmic breaths, your hand on my … Continue reading →

Don’t ask me to turn out the lights, not yet. I’d rather look at you, cacooned in blankets, eyes drowsing in sleep, than lie awake, blind in the night, the prickling darkness on the back of my neck like so … Continue reading →

Human bein’s ain’t bad in the aggregate. It takes the individual to really aggravate.

There is a yard sale going on at the Asylum today. The clinicians are giving their patients away. The skitzos are going, buy one get one free. Paranoids, well, buy 3. 2 will be broken. Savants are sold, pianos included. … Continue reading →

Historians will be things of the past in the future. The present won’t become history as we know it. Placing the bible, shakespeare, the new york times, a copy of our town in a citibank cornerstone will be as anachronistic … Continue reading →

Emily was a vampire! Shy, retiring, brutally destructive, sucking depleted, weakened words from poets lexicon, shocking their crawling pulses, leaving space in the arteries for flow of new red cells which she would watch with yellow eye and loaded gun, … Continue reading →

I could write a poem. I could shift my laundry from washer to dryer. Both acts imperative. One, creative, one practical. Doing them both renders me ready for living into tomorrow. The wash dried so I won’t be naked. The … Continue reading →

Love is my last link, restraining me from insanity. Make no mistake. If that link would break, I slip beneath a dark sea to never wake.