Friday, September 14, 2018

parsecs

The column of man;
they let off fireworks from the top.

I sit down and look up at the column.

I was a speck of dirt on the window vane
located in the toilet of the building where
my band rehearsed on Thursdays when
I wasn't busy with school and kids.

I close the door behind it.

Who turned out the light?
I'll sing out in the dark.

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.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

8


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.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

the column of man


all we have is time

time is what we trade

because it gives off light

we used to have more light

light that we sent away

into space
 

 


if yo
u look into the emptiness

you will see countless lights hanging in the sky

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.