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September 14, 2017

the plan keeps coming up again

maybe I’ll just start dipping my balls in nutmeg come the beginning of September declare myself Pumpkin Spice stand in front of the Starbucks let the ladies in the Uggs swarm me til I can’...


the fact that Alanis Morrisette did time on “You Can’t Do That On Television” and the fact that “You Oughta Know” was mostly written about her relationship with Dave Coulier from “Full House...


September 14, 2017

nobody knows

if only we could let go of this spurious notion that anyone has any idea what the hell they’re doing we could make this life pretty nice together we think if someone has money, they mu...


September 14, 2017

hope, at the edges

hope is a fundamentally liminal endeavor lust and greed and desire are all about wanting stuff that you can see coveting stuff you can touch but not hold grasping for stuff you can tast...


September 14, 2017

temporary apotheosis

Sometimes, the ego dissolves and you realize how arbitrary your youness is. How little difference there is between you and anyone else. How your consciousness is a drop in the ocean of mind lik...


September 14, 2017

folk festival

children running in the field like those little toy cars that smash into walls then bounce back in some randomized trajectory children running in the field like late-night moths their guidan...


August 24, 2017

the suggestion box

Don’t call it a “love/hate relationship” call it “Sweet ‘N’ Loathe”? Put a sign up in your restaurant: “Like our salads? Lettuce know!” Yell “GOING INTO THE MARINARA TRENCH!” every time you dip...


August 22, 2017

karma tornado warning

cigarettes for the dying and loose change for the dead ice cream for the living and used cars to drive your head cedar chests and protests to aid the yet-to-come we’ve got poems f...


August 22, 2017

the strand

your mourning heart still seeks you out as you melt away in the city of the night in the slums of your own lost reckoning in smashed-up glass-strewn alleyways of meaning sleeping...


August 19, 2017

privileged understudy

there’s worse things I have been called than a noble cause’s back-up plan better than sleeping in instead to make a stand even and especially if I am found to be unnecessary and to the bares...


August 18, 2017

food folks and

your life is like a twenty-piece mcnuggets it’s super cheap and kind of gross and it’s incredibly delicious in a crass sort of way you sure as hell don’t want to think about the process in w...


August 17, 2017

the class of ninety-seven

One good thing about social networking we all can agree on: it has negated the entire concept of class reunions. We don’t have to pretend that they’re fun just so we can learn what everyone i...


August 17, 2017

beautiful songs of love

Being single in your thirties is like losing a game of musical chairs several random times a day and having to deal with it. Every once in a while you can feel the music stop, look all t...


August 17, 2017

turn turn turn

Some times call for bards singing songs of love others call for skalds roaring praise for those who beat back monsters. Some times call for doctors to bind wounds other call for doctors...


August 14, 2017

THIS MACHINE

Ted Williams killed fascists. Hank Greenberg killed fascists. Jackie Robinson killed fascists. My grandpa killed fascists. Dwight Eisenhower killed fascists. John Kennedy killed fascists...


August 12, 2017

upon a renamed city park

folding chair at a summer fair grade school and town library on the green that’s in-between life will pass me right on by fifteen maybe twenty times generations before and hence faces u...


August 11, 2017

mr. in-between

why are you all so beautiful why are you all be too taken or too far away too young for me or too deep in responsibility why are you all be beautiful while I’m still just me today


August 11, 2017

blood moon

the blood moon lay so close to the horizon I could pluck it from the sky between my two fingers if I had someone to gift it to but I do not so you will keep your tides tonight so you will k...


August 09, 2017

we do not forget

if it happened then it happened no matter what you say you may force us to forget at the barrel of a well-oiled gun you may legislate ignorance and see the truth-keepers shunned you may salt the ...


August 08, 2017

as above as below

the feeling that you’re at a crossroads is right but hardly psychic you’re always at some crossroads or another, always making a choice you just don’t always have the eyes to see it or the time...


August 08, 2017

lost and found

sad Peter Pan, grass green and tan never gonna die, never gonna be a man what kind of a path what kind of plan could there be in making your stand between all of these shifting sa...


August 08, 2017

staggering risk

embrace risk life will kill you either way but you get to choose whether to die ignorant and fearful or fulfilled and joyful risk embrace living this life isn’t about not having fear in t...


August 07, 2017

the state of human progress

“Leif Eriksson!” the older Vikings laughed around the fire “Trying to colonize Vinland like an idiot!” “goddamn millennials.” “Tiberius sending Germanicus to fight Parthia.” the Romans s...


August 03, 2017

cynical thinking

after years of studies in canine linguistics I have determined that the standard bark translates to “I am a dog!” but they can mean “I am a dog!” like fifteen different ways to a dog the...


August 03, 2017

the exchange rate

we pay top dollar for gold get cash for your gift cards we buy we sell and we trade federally licensed firearms dealer trade in well-meant old gifts and buy a gun, turn their love into guns ...


Book Description

these are first-drafts of my newer poems.
some of them will be great, some will be awful.
most will be okay.