Sunday, June 28, 2009


we wear, afraid our parents
will singe us. Bruised totems
stored beneath the skin’s surface.
The blood will rise, but who
will stand, and who will sit down?
There are tunnels that lead
to the end of your throat,
but it’s dark, and I’m afraid
to take them. I’m all for
full disclosure. You first…

Friday, June 26, 2009


When night wraps long fingers
around the wet, budding dark,
when whole floods are reduced
to a single drop left dangling,
when tree branches and the haloed moon
conspire a rough crucifix against the sky,
when the howl you hear in the distance
is either human or canine, when it makes you
feel you’ve walked miles away from yourself,
and still have not left enough behind…

Sunday, June 21, 2009


After a quick Spring rain storm,
late afternoon, the sky slate-grey,
the factory lit up angelic
in a single hymnal shaft,
the smokestack spewing
coils of pure white…

Friday, June 19, 2009


…of self split open:
Everyone wants a piece.
Like fresh fruit on the interstate,
like blood on the tracks
tracing its’ own DNA,
like the taste of old pennies
on the back of the tongue,
I expect a miracle in a salt lick,
a sword embedded in the stone
of “How do you do?”
I expect the king to be shorn
of his mane, and standing in
a line-up, to pass for me or you…

Sunday, June 14, 2009


I was born under a bad sign
of the times, that has since
been disqualified, due to
contest rules, and had to be let go.
Portent’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
I am now a free agent, under
no waiver or threat of merger,
the sum of my parts, a dominion of one.
I am the blank slate you write yourselves

Wednesday, June 10, 2009


Riding the train
late at night, full moon
chasing my shoulder,
the scalded streetlights
of empty parking lots
flash by, one after the other.

I catch a glimpse
of a pure white bed
I will never sleep in,
like an unstuffed memory,
like stitches in a prayer,
gone before I even knew
it was there…

Thursday, June 4, 2009


Imagine a world where we can
all read each other’s thoughts
on tiny slips of paper before
they’re dropped into a stream
and swept away….twitter.