Wednesday, November 25, 2015


Trickling in slower than sap dripping down the side of a heavily barked tree
My ideas come to me
They always ask the same question
Am I important enough to be transferred to paper
I say that it depends on the type of paper
The puzzled look on the faces of my ideas makes me smile
I tell them that some are fit for the finest rag vellum money can buy
The ideas shift and talk amongst themselves excitedly
I continue that others would be relegated to adorn my bathroom tissue
That remark garners only thick and desperate silence
I love it when my ideas get worried

Saturday, August 29, 2015

It's Like Strawberry Jam.....

     "Ok, so you have been fucking it away, what does that have to do with your dinner?"

     "Every single second, I have been fucking it away, does that mean anything to you?"

     "You're a decent man, you have decent kids, you have lead a decent life."

     "That star is dead, long time dead, I'll never see its death, but it doesn't mean it didn't happen."

     "Your gravy is getting cold."

     "I have missed so much, I have paid attention to so little. Theres no sorting out what is important and what's not."

     "Can you see?"


     "No, I mean, can you physically still see?"


     "It's all important."

     "Is that your strawberry jam?"



     "I love you."

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Sea Salt

I didn't know it
But my sanity had been trimmed with my last haircut
"What the fuck is your problem," she asked
I told her I was just keeping it in the basket
And kept dancing
I knew that the brine that had once coated the relationship
Had solidified, you could use it to salt the sidewalk now
She slipped anyway, testing, tasting
I hope she comes back around and not for the sex
No, she was the seasoning, a pinch of this, a shake of that
A shaft of unbearable light, the world never stood a chance

Friday, June 26, 2015

Feeding the World

Biting the worm in half leaves residue for the future
My mother told me to feed my soul but not to forget our universe
You are god when they have lost their faith, feed them the other half
So that you may be whole again and lock hands
Analyzing the ashes created by life's fire prove we are all so much kindling