Tone Deaf

  Words rattle around Dean’s skull-cage like God’s dice, except God doesn’t shoot crap because He knows there’s no such thing as a Cinderella story, that you can’t buy a 14 karat gold watch for 10 dollars, and the house always wins. Besides, God takes His cut off the top, like every other bookie, but…

Friends, Facebookers, and Trolligans,

  “…when dogma enters the brain, all intellectual activity ceases. ” ~R.A.W.   Allow me to pontificate on all that you are not, because negative is the new positive which was the old orange which was the new black before black was beautiful, but now it is again. And so it goes. In case you…

Damocles

  I want him to go and he senses my need for him to leave, so he stubbornly stays, delaying his exit taunting me, sipping his coffee in its stainless steel to-go container “I’m leaving soon.” 10 minutes, 20 minutes, an hour He’s humming the same tuneless tune “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” I…

… burdened.

  I And somehow beauty had become banal, and love anathema, and only the hideous and hateful were considered worthy of art. Gravitas became synonymous with misanthropy. Blessed were the sociopaths for theirs was the kingdom and the power and the glory of critical acclaim. It was at this point I decided to cut off…

Logic ends where faith begins.

  Logic ends where faith begins. Fingers intertwine, hand meets hand but complete understanding seems always a few steps behind–rounding corners, stepping on cracks wondering how many mothers’ backs were broken by these hard pavements: with grief, with work, with fear for their children’s children. Is religion the problem or merely the symptom? Heaven has…

I Rode to the Desert on a Man With No Name

  There are writers who like to take their words and cut them to the bone, splice them to the marrow, remove that and leave only a hollow encasing, so that it might ring sweet its truest truth when struck by the hammer of Time. Yet there are still others that wish to blur those…

Friday’s Child

A man walked. A hill was climbed. People followed, watching him tow the world. The red dust settled; the sun sunk, in sanguineous hues.The albatross dangling from the man’s neck was not his to wear, but he bore its cross, secured by nails hammered into the open palms he proffered us, the thorns of his…

The Dreamer

  She had joie de vivre. Or so he said… A certain effervescent way of looking at life that made her world seem to him like it streamed champagne. She took a nail file to all the jagged edges of those who threatened to scratch and rake the porcelain of her fair skin, Smoothing them…

Windowed

    He doesn’t even have the will to grey away. He unstitches reality one smoke ring at a time His bulk framed against the white blight of a west-facing wall in three rooms of gloom Tired bones no longer support his dandelion head his back snaps as all his wishes wilt on their stems,…

Words are loaded.

  Dynamite sticks or a grifter’s dice? It doesn’t much matter does it? Either way their heaviness imposes itself upon you. I get so tired of extracting meaning from a flavorless pulp. Is it right? Is it art? Is it real? What the fuck is real? Who can judge what lies in the wake of…

The land of moment giving itself up to seek out.

    My computer is subconscious. It is a vacuum, sucking all the same intent through trap doors. It is where I tried to imagine the musical and I wound myself upon a set of pins placed on this revolving disc to pluck the tuned teeth of a steel comb, but the lamellae only shrieked…

Feed me.

  All people are all nightmares. Murder, mayhem, the words in the sun, we are the man in his briefcase, then his fortune and elderly aunts, avid yet powdery, fluttering their sleepy eyes; their thatched lids peering through barred windows and not one dance between them. A crippled child once asked, “How shall we try…

Light Travels

The day stops its song obliquely. The sky cracks its mirror and our seven years of bad luck begin their cycle by reflecting in your eyes. I sensed your need to wander before we ever drew the boundary lines knowing no map could contain you, but I placed paintings of the world in front of…

The radius of convergence

      Infinity is a complex constant: His interlocking curves pulsate time, a disk that vibrates whose resonance ripples symphonies through chords of every spine’s rhythm memory. Moments compress their accordions. This boundary forms absolution. Wrists bend, hearts spin their prayer wheels. Three tugs of a silk sash, and the radius unwinds, converging in…

You’re on the road

  You’ve got two dollars folded together like palms in prayer and a pocket full of dreams You left your spine somewhere back there in an alley trashcan You searched and searched for years, but only found wishbones Your lips whistle old tunes The same melody that has kept many a hitchhiker like you company…

Holly Daze

    The time is now, as it always was. The temperature low, as it’s always been. She couldn’t remember when she last felt her toes spread on the warm green earth. She put her hands to her mouth and blew into her palms. Clouds of breath formed like angels, enfolding her. The future fell from…

The dream came slowly

  screens of haze opened, partition after partition… first the hands showed me their palms I traced each line on them like a blind cartographer by memory and wishful thinking then the tongues spoke their taste buds blossoming into water lilies floating on the serenity of each beautiful word finally the eyes opened beseeching me…

Eve At Lauds

    Look out and see this mourning morning: A greed spreads itself through the forest like crop dust, choking the throats of Mother’s children. Her fruit is tainted with imprints of our toothbites. Erudition alone does not make a man superior, he must have humility, integrity, kindness and forgiveness. Especially forgiveness. Bless me again,…

A Brief Retrosexual

    Some men are just plain fuckable, some are not. It has more to do with chemistry than pure looks. There are those whom, for whatever the reason, we just want. Period. Exclamation point! You would and could fuck him in the rain. In the dark. Or on a train. In a car. In…

Lady Liberty’s Face

    “The trick is not how much pain you feel -but how much joy you feel. Any idiot can feel pain. Life is full of excuses to feel pain, excuses not to live, excuses, excuses, excuses.” — Erica Jong”     I beg alms from the rare passersby Here at my little corner of…

Dixie – (or) The Pied Piper of the Presidio

      The guy was sunshine walking on two legs. Stove-pipe pants – navy blue hemmed too short (for a man) made shorter still by handrolled cuffs. An expanse of blood orange nylon blazed into view. Those socks of his dipped into casual sunrise-colored shoes. Behind him, white sails floated along the bay, casting…

The Polarities Between Representation and Abstraction

    There is certain pleasure in denial So go ahead Deny your poetry Deny your blood Deny your love. Deny your breath, too Why don’t you… Speak to me Preach to me Oath or disavowal Promise or polemic Let your tide ebb & flow Let me hear your words Then I’ll repeat them Until…

I Want To Do To You What Spring Does To The Cherry Trees 

The cherry blossoms along Franklin are in full bloom. All six trees line the narrow block, huddled up and trembling in the breeze. I start to cross the street, to walk down Franklin for no reason other than to stroll beneath their canopy. There are so few trees in this city, I find myself always…

King of Hearts

  Hector had a tattoo of a heart over his heart, within both hearts was inscribed in childish scrawl the magical name of the girl he would vow to love forever – Ana Dina. One long engagement, a marriage, an estrangement and a divorce later when he fell in love forever (again), the object of…

Geographies

    These were not promises that were made. These were bits of clay, shards of bone – small things to collect rainwater in and drink out of when our thirst was high. So many things said and unsaid, woven and unraveled – but the tides keep pushing and pulling. Islands are revealed and sunk…

Through A Glass Darkly

      A hawk scribes its patterns Above, I watch it thickly Through glass The air is crystal This 14th floor keeps Me here safe encased Ensconced in a place I was not born to be My Caribbean blood pales Blue skies stream false promises Clouds gather but the hawk remains cool and placid…

A Quiet Storm

  I love you here in this place In this cup of hand In this bend of knee In the curve of a spine that undulates to your rhythm naturally In these lips that so softly sigh In these thoughts that are pale things when I bask in the glow of your light when I…

Mind The Gap

  Depravation wears a skin but has no color. It won’t be corralled in neat white picket fencing, or sealed up by brick walls. It squeezes through door cracks and walks the street spuming. It doesn’t want money. It doesn’t have pity. It’s got a look. A wounded look. The look of a blinded animal…

Scenes From A Life

  “It’s 7:50 am and despite a lethargic sun rising out of the ether to cast a wan light on this city by the bay, the day’s darkness is spilling a pernicious fugue… Those clouds of foreboding obscuring every spectrum of hope. The sky is crying in Stevie Ray Vaughn blue and I with it…….

The Moon Orbits Its Mourning

          Light bends the eye toward it. Time rolls the body downhill, picking all our pockets as we lose momentum. The sun hides it face, the stars fall from the sky. I can deny my need for you and still breathe because Life was never meant to be more than an…

Mutatis Mutandis

  She could tie pumpkin stems into sailor knots just by looking at them. Some women had the gift of gab, she had the gift of grab. She would grab your attention like some crack whore might grab your balls and squeeze. Hard. None of this ever phased her. She’d walk around oblivious with blinders…

THE LUNATIC RAMBLINGS OF AN UNKEMPT MIND

    “There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.There is another theory which states that this has already happened.” ~Douglas Adams Today I invite you to…

Twerkin’!

  He’s a beautiful liar. When asked by friends and family why at his age he has so much hair, but so few grays, he always says, “Because I married well.” He made Philip Glass’ Etude No. 2 my phone’s ringtone because he knows it’s my favorite and hoped I’d love the idea of phone…

InfoWars

  I “Hydrogen is a light, odorless gas, which, given enough time, turns into people.” ~ Edward Harrison, cosmologist and inadvertent comedian. Ain’t it the truth? Most people are volumes of air, until they get in your hair, and lay their lousy lice eggs in your scalp, infesting you. Literally & figuratively. II Golfers say…

Sussuration

    I remember our last day. The climb along the shoreline. The absence of wind. The sun, a saffron glow at the horizon. We thought our knees would give out before our wills did. The trail was steep but our ascent had been slow and steady. You looked out over the bluff, down to…

For Auld Lang Syne

“Here, drink this,” he said, “It will wash away all your sadness. You’ll remember nothing but the fragrance that your mother wore when you were a child and the face of the rising moon. The world will be whatever you wish it to be.” I took the cup from his hands. It was warm, I…

Hanami

    Bare branches midwinter-midwifed brimming with cherry-popped buds Listen… Smoke dreams sing lazily their Shanghai-ed streamers Dangling undaunted on Longevity’s grave-clothes. Stone temple fires burn wishes inside a Manchurian Fu Dog’s flaring nostrils, (Offerings whispered from my lips to your ears) My crepe-papery hopes are unguarded, Incensed and floating Ashes turn halcyon on the wings of…

Too Hot To Handle, Too Cool To Chill

  Nonchalance wears an upswept hair-do. Weaving chains of daisies into her every glossy strand of composure. Gliding over the blare of traffic and the throngs of agitated pedestrians. Petals of calm snowflaked on her soft furred shoulders The care-worn may be slowly taking their toll on her. Still, she is above them all, her…