when in doubt the answer is yes
but then again, the doubt usually arises because the topic is alcohol
if in doubt
and the topic is not alcohol
the answer is no.

you said it’d be 100
i talked you to 50
given the way you drive
we’ll make it 30

pizza goes so well with
turkey melt sandwiches
you’d forget and forgive all (most)
woes

Something is not right
about the state of affairs

Something must be done.

Hire a new hitman to
kill the old hitman
and let’s be done with
the whole charade.

I’ve seen far too many Bond films
to die like this.

doesn’t mean it’s not happening
and I’d appreciate
if you could give me the benefit of the doubt
lest you should end up in the same position

put on your shorts
here’s one more
day of summer.

stress relievers
come at the end of flights
not in pill shaped form
(although if the hallucination was strong enough)
and when i test you
i know all the more
you were what i needed

sun at my back
hope for a future
and healthcare
i trust

hospitals without
piss and blood on the floors

its here i belong

for now

The best way
to prepare for
a busy day
(or so I’ve found)
is staying up far,
far too late
and reading up
on History
(and on guitars
specifically)
while two loads
of laundry
bang around
conspicuously
with washer and dryer
doing all the work of
two good housewives of
yesteryear,and
in half the time,
I might add (though
one would think it goes
without saying, but
then, not a lot of
people take the time
to realize that something
as mundane as an
electric washer
would get you either
burned at the stake
or drowned at the river
only a few hundred
years ago),
But I digress:
the buzzer buzzed:
I think I can finally sleep.

everyone tells me
that I’m justified;
even so, is it worth it?

Ending white awning
And nothing to conflict
Against the conjecture
Fresh windless
Nor a sparrow
Nor a falcon
Nor any geese
Nor contrasting mote
In any direction
Imperceptibly skimming
Pallid smoke clouds
Sighing to rupture
On skin like stone
Shaped smoothen
But refusal to break
A continuum of fault
Moving too fast
And fast forward
There is nothing here
But desolation

the worst part of living in
an apartment complex is that
when the man downstairs yells
you can hear him but scarcely
what it’s all really about
and, you can hear the man
upstairs at all times but
the more you listen his
words seem to mush around
into nothingness
(maybe his thoughts are
getting absorbed by the
carpet)
but the man in the middle
(this is me)
we all know what’s going
on with him as you can
hear his words thumping
through the apartment
complex like some sort of
heartbeat or something.
this is the conclusivity
of morally disapposed
positions lying on top
one another in direct
proportion to the sun
or the neuro-pathways in
the brain that they call
“timber creek”

appearantly my
sleight-of-mouth has
got me in some trouble, as
some people near this
atmosphere can’t
stomach me and mine
(oh my)
so given oppor
tunities I’ve
made my rash decisions
and I’m getting on out
so make sure you clearly
label all your mail to me:
I just might change my
forwarding address

All of my childhood memories
are getting a
fresh set of paint and
a new surveillance system

But Mr. Hugo remembers
when all us dumb punk kids
only lived six blocks from
the middle school,
and any given hour of
any given night, you could
probably see somebody
you knew, or who knew you.

Even going so far as to
dragging out a glow-
in-the-dark football and
charging it in the headlights
of someone’s beat up high-
school car so we could play
five-hundred for about four
minutes out between a
backstop and an old pink wall.

Well, they painted the pink
wall purple, and they
tore down the tennis courts
(that nobody had any
use for anyway, but
Damn it they looked cool)

But the field my old dog
ran through is still just
as big as ever. And the
hill I used to sled down
is a hill that can sled still,
so I suppose, all things
considered, the fresh paint,
it’s not so bad. Now we just
have to put up with Big
Brother.

and i talked
and talked
and talked;
i couldn’t stop,
lest everyone see
how incompetent
i felt myself to be,
covering it over
in misdirection
and subterfuge,
hoping to fool all of you.

But I really should be going now.
And as much as I’d like to stay
And have another cup
(It was a very rich blend)
At present,
I think we’ve exhausted our pleasantries
And it appears the receptions
Were much less hearty than we first perceived.
Which, I suppose,
Is all the more reason to depart.
Here’s my contact information,
But don’t feel obligated
As it’s only social etiquette and niceties.
Until, at least, the occasion
Is at once a vaguest of recollections
We’ll bump into each other
Declaring with zestful exuberance
That it’s been too long
And hey, would you like to meet for coffee?
I know a great place on Front Street.
To with boisterous affirmation
We’ll say absolutely!
And see you on Thursday.

Feel free to enlighten me
while burning all the worry
from my forearms with a
metal stick and just a couple
heavy disks. I’ve
got all day to listen
while you ramble
over the sound of
me and all this pumping iron
not giving a good god damn.

Satisfaction,
beyond your
apprehension.

when you wore your chester
the molester stache
we joked at your creepiness

why couldn’t you just leave it at
a joke

we all make mistakes
why did your’s have to be at their
expense

but when you scoff
and glory in ignorance,
do you not realize
how stupid you are?