Friday, November 11, 2016

Indicating is for other people.

I am a good citizen.
I do not [i do not want anyone getting the wrong idea of me] - I was there - like what you are doing.

Monday, April 18, 2016

the speed of sound in space

ever had that feeling

where i kicked you off into outer space

where you drift away into infinity

grasping for my space boot

in slow motion

and missing?

yea, me neither.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

misheard lyrics

rosary beads
fell from
the sky at dawn
say its raining

shadows line
the streets
packing umbrellas
see gates open

jetpack out
the braves
don't forget
their cats

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

8 lines

The way they express gratitude:
"Thank you for holding the door open for me."
But I wasn't going that way.

Standing outside, but only standing.

"I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."
This is going nowhere.

It is collage of references tacked onto a portrait.
A world to see a mosaic through.

Sunday, November 3, 2013


all we have is time

time is what we trade

because it gives off light

light is all we have now

we used to have more light

light that we sent into the sky

beaming into outer space

the emptiness

but if you look up

into the darkness

you will see countless lights hanging in the sky

light that is years old

light that takes years to reach us

never going back

Friday, May 4, 2012

A hidden idiot in plain sight

To play for you something that I am, that is my tragedy.

For you to give that which I am not, that is your role.

I am man unreturned.

I learn to love my fishbowl and my self medications.

A perfect plan.

But it never works out for you.

I am to blame.

I am the other side of the glass.

And none of us are free.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

broadcast from the post shop line

it's all gone wrong.
once, just once,
i'd like to give them a piece of my mind.
really raise hell,
born from their shoulder pads,
and set forth my howl
such to farewell their lapels.
it's just not on.
every time I visit,
(it drives me mad)
every time I visit,
they've changed something.
oh no. there will be
no sense of reserved compliance
or any naysaying in the bays,
from pew to pulpit.
the gall!
"due to circumstances beyond our control,
(good morning mr president)
stamps are now 50 cents."
this'll show 'em.
next time,
I'm bringing a letter.