Monday, June 30, 2008


feel broken

feel nothing really


to provide

a coin a phrase

or a button

to put on your

shirt that I'd sell

but the words

here are not 

the words

there or the words

that they want

to buy

Sunday, June 29, 2008

...lips ink..

similar to singing

she mimes the words

to the song

getting them 

all wrong

and knowing

that I'm watching

she laughs away

the blank lyrics

to avoid blushing

Tuesday, June 24, 2008


no phone

no phone

I just want to be alone


(that is such bullshit)

Monday, June 23, 2008

...sad but truth...

in the dream I had

in Plattsburgh back in 1996, 

George Carlin appeared as a god, 

said that all I needed to be happy

was this honesty that most

mortals are afraid of

and that the fears that I had

up to that point

would no longer be

and he was right

(thank you, George)

Saturday, June 21, 2008

...all for not...

jumping the gate

and dashing for the aisle 

I got free for a moment

lost it regained it

and lost it again

(damn security)

Thursday, June 19, 2008 of one...

how many times

have we written about phone calls

or lines that didn't connect

like the ones in this poem

or the ones in the conversations

I have with myself

that are recorded 

on my friend's machines

This is the vacancy

that is lurking

when you don't want it to

this is the consumption

of thought 

the rumble of the stomach

when one's solitude

becomes their worst allergen

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

...tripping over the metaphorical shoelace...

in the whole place

nothing can beam forward

or jolt out of place

safe and secure

like the arms 

of the lover

or the assuredness

of the knot

tied tightly

Monday, June 16, 2008 a kid in a 128 mile per hour rocket...

the g-forces here 

are measured 

as "gee" forces

and the pure thrill

of a kid learning

how quickly one can 

overcome one's fears

you don't get a chance

to be scared when the ride

lasts a few seconds

(to the kid in the green t-shirt that was scared shitless
to ride Kingda Ka rollercoaster but came back
with a huge shit-eatin' grin on his face) 

Wednesday, June 11, 2008


the power came back

at 2:45 in the morning

but I was already

dreaming that it

had been on for longer

Monday, June 09, 2008

...this heat...

it was so hot

that I thought you would melt

your tiny tiny figure

melting like a figurine

on the pool deck

but luckily 

we kept our cool

and composed figures

in the water trails

with our fingers

on the side of the pool

that would vanish 

quicker than sand 

paintings in wind 

...spector spectrum...

in the lightning storm

I saw the color you talked 

about the night before

and you are right

I cannot name it

nor did I actually

see it long enough

to name it

Saturday, June 07, 2008 for thought...

(the stomach) (pains come) 

(from) (the fear)

(that things aren't)

(as) (they seem)

(in my head)

(it) (gets) (so) (bad)

(that it is) (like

being really) (sick)

(when illness) (isn't)

(really) (real)

(and) (the spaces)

(for those thoughts)

(to reverberate)

(in my head)

(increases with each

and every day)

(bouncing) (back

and) (forth 

echoing) (because

there) (is nothing

to stop) (the sounds

Wednesday, June 04, 2008 day's decision...

there is nothing automatic
about love or polls

there is no consensus
when it comes to politics

or relationships
of a more personal nature

you have your meetings
and your conversations

you have appointments
and joyrides

but we will never
fully agree when it comes

to who we believe 
killed our sense of faith

and the idea that 
we actually think

we have a say 
in any of our decisions

...2:20 of nice...

nice chat
nice chat
good good kitty 
we can talk
if you want to
or as long
     as long
nice chat 
nice signal strength
nice night
nice level

(I never ever use the word "nice")
(stare at it, it doesn't look, well...nice)
(that was nice though)
(the two hours and twenty minutes)
(of nice)