Thursday, February 24, 2011


Sidewalk newspaper
pages flipping in the wind
no one to read it

Monday, February 21, 2011


Suburban Haiku


motion sensor light
this privileged motherfucker
has a sudden stage

Friday, February 18, 2011


DRACONIAN ERROGENOUS ZONES…


…have been established throughout the city,
hoping to defuse the current social climate
with a self-activated shame cycle, accomplishing
what tear gas and a reflexive leaden thumb could not.
We ask you to examine your own bodies, and their
corrosive agenda of base desires, and wonder
if you don’t come up short. Further, we ask
if a loop can be established, a closed circuit,
between achieving those desires and the white noise
we are currently funneling into your subconscious.
In conclusion: What if Play Time was Work?
What if we could make you strike against yourselves?
What if love was the inverted spearhead
that ended the heart?

Tuesday, February 15, 2011


Sirens rend the night
dark windows splashed in red light
some stranger’s problems

Sunday, February 13, 2011


Flash from my window
rumble through the whirling white
that was Thundersnow!

Monday, February 7, 2011


the hawk lands heavy
before taking off again
empty oak branch thrums

Wednesday, February 2, 2011


Snow falls in Bushwick
M-train rattles overhead
sparks and snowflakes mix