At Days End
(written in Iambic pentameter) Like a matchstick withers in a rainstorm I don’t stand a chance to stay dry or warm And survival alludes me, sipping gin I drown, and gasp, and try and claw but never win And I’ve lost sight of my ultimate goal So I wipe my eyes clean of powdered coal […]
A Feeling In Your Bones
I open my window to thick heavy air That feels like cement dust, or ashes, or cotton It’s clumpy and sticks to the sides of my throat I’m tired of breathing, and being forgotten I tighten my jacket, and hug my own ribs And look through the winter, around, at the faces These empty reflections […]
Dehydrated
I am painting rivers with my toenails so I stand in dry rock beds smearing life back into crevasses that crack and split under the weight of a drought
Soulmate
Does there even exist for me a person with whom to share a deep mutual respect and understanding encapsulated by a fevered undying love? Will I ever find ‘the one’ or am I building fairy tales out of pipe dreams and glue?
Life Is A Ride
A hot dog with just a little bit of mustard color sprayed the sky in gusts and flailing fire “do you have any extra napkins for the little one?” mothers asked of the ice cream man sticky fingers smear the skin on cheeks alive with gratitude and the sprays of color spatter on me like […]
I am NOT in Denial
I I bash myself in the kneecaps daily with a shiny steel hammer I am in love with one who does not love me back and bones crack and blood and blood and and II I eat breadsticks every morning on my way to be the ice cream man and your words are my late […]
Relax A Little
Its hard moving bricks one at a time. Bending over with aches in my back and callouses on my hands I am piling bricks in a formation around me. Bloody memories like cement fortify this new, half-built wall. I stop breathing heavy and with red dust covering my cheeks I see the endless sky the […]
A Weekend In London Smoking Fags
I am sitting in a bus terminal at the Stansted Airport on the outskirts of London waiting to return home from a friend’s wedding. I was here less than 48 hours ago. My jet lag is just now beginning to rectify itself and I am going to careen through the time zones again making my […]
The Reason For Rain
A quarter of a century has gone by for me, and sitting on a plane on the way to London for the wedding of an old friend all I can seem to do is check out the hot guy waiting to use the men’s room five cramped rows in front of me. There was a […]
Coffee Beans Spilling Noisily
*Written in Gasworks Park in Seattle. The rule was that the phrase “coffee beans spilling noisily” had to be someplace in the poem. She is tired from sitting Under the hot morning sun Drained, like tea leaves in lukewarm water She expected to fall apart when the letter came To scream or get angry, or […]
