poetry

Delivery Service.

poetry

It was a warm, clear morning.
I promise you that.

And the road was oh-so-nice
to drive over. Straight there.
Straight back. One donut shop
in between.

And the cargo delivered safely
And his mother notified.

And it was a warm, clear morning.
I promise you that.

Closer

poetry

Curling delicately along lines traced
By fingers
Burning sensations underneath skin
Less like satin but a breath
Trembling each hair
A whisper tickling inside ears
Where thought and touch coalesce
Into a fleeting acuity of godliness
Balling fists in lungs
An alien air that feels too innate
Incinerated by its detection
Clenching tightly to grasp
What only slips through sooner

reflections on childrens books 1

poetry

i know an old puppy who swallowed a guy
i dont know why he swallowed a guy
perhaps the humane society will come
and take him away and put him to sleep
through some sadly not altogether very
humane means such as a shot through
the leg that they claim is pain free but really
just paralyzes the puppy before the pain
sets in and causes early rigor mortis
but thats just a thought i dont know much
about what happens to old puppies who
swallow folks

Interview Thoughts

poetry

I stand there
then sit here;
all the whilst
you judge me
and i judge you:

do you like me?
do i like you?
do i pass your test?

why should i let you judge me?
how should i answer this question?
do you want the truth or a lie?

do you want to hear that i
really only want a paycheck?
do you want to know that i
love being off in the summer?
do you want to hear that i
really don’t care?
do you want to know that i
was once kicked out of uzbekistan?

probably not,
and so i’ll tell you exactly
what you want to hear
and i’ll expect as my just reward
the bestowment of the job,
no lie.

Firsts

poetry

Too often I lament the ideas
That have eluded my pen
But in mourning even one second
I miss what now is.
Take as much as I can.
Begin the very first chapter
Of my very first book.
The first is always the hardest, they say.
The first step,
The first day,
The first word,
The first sentence.

Murderous

poetry

And he’s alright he’s
sure, he’s done this
before, he’s
got all his cards in line
got all his ducks in a
row. And he knows
just what he needs to do.

There’s a body between him
and you (not a dead one).

…(yet).

iiii

poetry

so they killed it all in one night
down the throat and then
back out and he’s hanging over
the ledge thinking
you don’t love me anymore?
they made you not love me anymore
and he says he’s never
gonna
love
anyone
again.

That’s Shocking!

poetry

this week’s been
one of those weeks;
full of surprising ups
that aren’t really ups;
full of angry downs
that aren’t really downs;
and topping it all off
was the realization today,
bursting upon me in a flash,
that what i thought was a fart
had more mass to it
making that the shitty cherry
to top off this horrible week.

Messed That Up.

poetry

at times I find
that I must bring
myself to stand
before you

With

my head held high
and just enough
a grin that it
unsettles you

I

Hope that we have
come to terms with
all the points we’ve
blundered past

but

recent light has
shown a sight of
unforgivable
happenstance.

So…

If we choose to
rectify these
failures that we
perpetrate
we ought to
learn to pass us by
and get out before
it’s too late.

Your Eyes.

poetry

There is something on your mind.
I can see it in your
eyes
and your
eyes, mostly.

You know what you want, and that’s
out. All the way to
Cincinnati. All the way to
Ruin. At least
that’s what I
think it means.

But you haven’t been to Cinci in
a long, long time. And you’ve
no idea what state it’s in
(of course you know Ohio),
but it takes a lot of discipline
to stay here, that much I know.
But I know you want to go.
I can see it in your
eyes
and your
eyes, mostly.