I really am
sorry for the
dreams I've had that involve
little compassion for
the human soul.
I'm not of this
world. Faces
swirl, voices tangle
and my spirit is not
what i wanted.
I'm whatever
you want me to
be... There's a branch outside
the window that reaches
toward the sun.
When you're feeling
really low, how
do you hide it from your
wife other than laugh at
all of her jokes?
Hidden in plain
sight by the front
leg of an Abbotsford
sofa and a Seth and
Thomas wall clock...
It's Target Kohls
Dick's and Michael's
on the way home from an
exercise class that ripped
apart my back.
My sister got
her heart ripped out
at an early age. When
they put it back, it was
all in pieces.
A single cloud
is taking its
sweet ass time to get to
the other side of a
really blue sky.
Another cloud
stops over some
power lines, refigures
to look like a fruit bat,
then shoulders on.
I don't want to
run anymore.
An Everlast bag tells
me to respond to this
alley knife fight.
I walked into
a bathroom at
Wicker Park to puke in
a john that still makes me
want to throw up.
I am sorry
for all the pain
I caused you from anger
at my own shortcomings.
Please forgive me.
We met for a
quick smoke in the
parking lot and wound up
walking out of Wampum
with sticker butt.
He is a gay
alcoholic
who won't admit either
so he drinks five vodkas
and passes out.
Two and a half
million heartbreaks
into it and you start
to feel pretty sorry
for yourself, yo.
Since my daughter's
boyfriend Rick is
really a nice guy, I
gotta swig this last beer
and then drive home.
When you're in a
particularly
dark period, you think of
watching Zoom and speaking
ubba dubba.
Simplify
life is what you
do from 50 on, You
try, but you can never
die empty here.
Whiskey rye should
be recognized
as a good diversion
and respite from the curse
of corona.
I wouldn't dream
of capturing
your attention for long
enough to tell you that
you should kiss me.
We are all chained
by something. You
figure this out when you're
watching Carson higher
than ten hippies.
You drive around
with a giant
candy cane next to you
and a bear in a cage
in the backseat.
To sleep soundly
with a pillow
between your legs, you have
to find a hero who
just doesn't care.
A flicker of
light dances on
the flowers now. Later,
a green picadilly
goes unnoticed.
With any sort
of sheen removed,
life gets too clear. Freckles
on a back, bad breath, the
will to forgive.
Reliving the
old sins on a
late walk through the brick
neighborhood where sirens
announce something.
If I knew you
were gonna stand
your ground like that, I would
never have cared for it
in the first place.
Everywhere I
look I see those
little fucking microbes
that'll crawl up your nose
and destroy you.
When is it too
late to start to
care, to love from within,
to forgive no matter
how high the stakes?
We are again
laying in the
bed of another and to
make it worse they’re bunk beds
in a dorm room.
You have one chance
to write the end
of the story, one choice,
one life, one reason, one
awful ending.
I often try
to walk away
from giving her my whole
heart, my whole being. Without
her, I’m nothing.
Love hurt a lot
when I was a
kid. I started to not
trust it. And then I met
her. And it changed.
“It’s like we’re the
same person,” she
says. “We have the same set
of bacteria in
our mouth and nose.”
This corona
virus thing is
really getting to me
and everyone else whose
heart beats and thumps.
Without the will
to take a walk
on a pretty March day,
you lose a sense of what
really matters.
As you move down
the dusty road,
you see things that aren’t there
but wish they would be. The
road never ends.
Dandelions
don’t speak Chinese
in the wintertime and
your old motorcycle
snores ice buckets.
You think you’re here
but you’re not. You’re
light years away chasing
giraffes over fences
for a dollar.
If it threatens
your lifestyle,
then you should probably
embrace it before it
all goes away
You should holler
if you’re lost, but
sometimes it just feels
good to lie still in some
dead pine needles
Yankee Doodle
gas station roll
tires make jealous greasy
men laughing and smoking
dead cigarettes.
Visions of an
old woman in
a nightie drinking Scotch
at a kitchen table
stirs my loins
If you can bring
order out of
chaos and make known the
unknown, then you should also
learn to whistle
Wind comes up your
gut and out your
butt and lands on the head
of a brass pin before
dying alone
I wish I could
figure out how
to forgive myself for
all the stupid stuff I’ve
done. But I can’t.
To go back home
you have to lose
a really close game with
yourself and change your socks
and underwear.
A trucker brakes
for a rest stop
on the Toll Road to take
a piss and answer a
few texts from home.
This melody
reminds me of
a freshly-washed pillow
my mom put there before
going to bed.
Count your money.
Check it again.
Birth precedes death only
if you stack it neatly
next to your coins.
Sausalito
and Half Moon Bay
and that rich place north of
LA where we snorted
a ton of coke...
It is wet and
it still smells like
burning rubber left to
smolder all night behind
a gas station.
My white hand on
your brown body
highlights a wedding ring
that reflects light like the
link of a chain.
By rejecting
greed and all it
stands for, I find myself
thinking about money
all of the time.
The upper stacks
of the Oxy
library hold secrets
of the stuff I dreamt but
couldn't get to.
All the Latin
chicks are afraid
of you until you speak
Spanish and ask about
their chiquitos.
Why's everyone
trying so hard?
What do we all hope to
accomplish before we
shut up for good?
A long hike with
your daughter on
a sunny day in the
Adirondacks can't be
taken away.
This morning might
be your last... but
then again it might just
be another long day
of C-19.
Please let there be
some snowflakes on
I-90 through southern
Minnesota on the
way to Mayo.
I only do
the dishes when
I wanna get laid or
I'm worried about things
like viruses.
Not happy still
tired wanting
craving hurting alone...
Coronavirus makes
it possible.
When somebody's
waiting for you,
it's hard to achieve the
serenity that you
were looking for.
Dissolve the years
of fat in your
belly and you'll feel
a lot better about
all the failure.
sorry for the
dreams I've had that involve
little compassion for
the human soul.
I'm not of this
world. Faces
swirl, voices tangle
and my spirit is not
what i wanted.
I'm whatever
you want me to
be... There's a branch outside
the window that reaches
toward the sun.
When you're feeling
really low, how
do you hide it from your
wife other than laugh at
all of her jokes?
Hidden in plain
sight by the front
leg of an Abbotsford
sofa and a Seth and
Thomas wall clock...
It's Target Kohls
Dick's and Michael's
on the way home from an
exercise class that ripped
apart my back.
My sister got
her heart ripped out
at an early age. When
they put it back, it was
all in pieces.
A single cloud
is taking its
sweet ass time to get to
the other side of a
really blue sky.
Another cloud
stops over some
power lines, refigures
to look like a fruit bat,
then shoulders on.
I don't want to
run anymore.
An Everlast bag tells
me to respond to this
alley knife fight.
I walked into
a bathroom at
Wicker Park to puke in
a john that still makes me
want to throw up.
I am sorry
for all the pain
I caused you from anger
at my own shortcomings.
Please forgive me.
We met for a
quick smoke in the
parking lot and wound up
walking out of Wampum
with sticker butt.
He is a gay
alcoholic
who won't admit either
so he drinks five vodkas
and passes out.
Two and a half
million heartbreaks
into it and you start
to feel pretty sorry
for yourself, yo.
Since my daughter's
boyfriend Rick is
really a nice guy, I
gotta swig this last beer
and then drive home.
When you're in a
particularly
dark period, you think of
watching Zoom and speaking
ubba dubba.
Simplify
life is what you
do from 50 on, You
try, but you can never
die empty here.
Whiskey rye should
be recognized
as a good diversion
and respite from the curse
of corona.
I wouldn't dream
of capturing
your attention for long
enough to tell you that
you should kiss me.
We are all chained
by something. You
figure this out when you're
watching Carson higher
than ten hippies.
You drive around
with a giant
candy cane next to you
and a bear in a cage
in the backseat.
To sleep soundly
with a pillow
between your legs, you have
to find a hero who
just doesn't care.
A flicker of
light dances on
the flowers now. Later,
a green picadilly
goes unnoticed.
With any sort
of sheen removed,
life gets too clear. Freckles
on a back, bad breath, the
will to forgive.
Reliving the
old sins on a
late walk through the brick
neighborhood where sirens
announce something.
If I knew you
were gonna stand
your ground like that, I would
never have cared for it
in the first place.
Everywhere I
look I see those
little fucking microbes
that'll crawl up your nose
and destroy you.
When is it too
late to start to
care, to love from within,
to forgive no matter
how high the stakes?
We are again
laying in the
bed of another and to
make it worse they’re bunk beds
in a dorm room.
You have one chance
to write the end
of the story, one choice,
one life, one reason, one
awful ending.
I often try
to walk away
from giving her my whole
heart, my whole being. Without
her, I’m nothing.
Love hurt a lot
when I was a
kid. I started to not
trust it. And then I met
her. And it changed.
“It’s like we’re the
same person,” she
says. “We have the same set
of bacteria in
our mouth and nose.”
This corona
virus thing is
really getting to me
and everyone else whose
heart beats and thumps.
Without the will
to take a walk
on a pretty March day,
you lose a sense of what
really matters.
As you move down
the dusty road,
you see things that aren’t there
but wish they would be. The
road never ends.
Dandelions
don’t speak Chinese
in the wintertime and
your old motorcycle
snores ice buckets.
You think you’re here
but you’re not. You’re
light years away chasing
giraffes over fences
for a dollar.
If it threatens
your lifestyle,
then you should probably
embrace it before it
all goes away
You should holler
if you’re lost, but
sometimes it just feels
good to lie still in some
dead pine needles
Yankee Doodle
gas station roll
tires make jealous greasy
men laughing and smoking
dead cigarettes.
Visions of an
old woman in
a nightie drinking Scotch
at a kitchen table
stirs my loins
If you can bring
order out of
chaos and make known the
unknown, then you should also
learn to whistle
Wind comes up your
gut and out your
butt and lands on the head
of a brass pin before
dying alone
I wish I could
figure out how
to forgive myself for
all the stupid stuff I’ve
done. But I can’t.
To go back home
you have to lose
a really close game with
yourself and change your socks
and underwear.
A trucker brakes
for a rest stop
on the Toll Road to take
a piss and answer a
few texts from home.
This melody
reminds me of
a freshly-washed pillow
my mom put there before
going to bed.
Count your money.
Check it again.
Birth precedes death only
if you stack it neatly
next to your coins.
Sausalito
and Half Moon Bay
and that rich place north of
LA where we snorted
a ton of coke...
It is wet and
it still smells like
burning rubber left to
smolder all night behind
a gas station.
My white hand on
your brown body
highlights a wedding ring
that reflects light like the
link of a chain.
By rejecting
greed and all it
stands for, I find myself
thinking about money
all of the time.
The upper stacks
of the Oxy
library hold secrets
of the stuff I dreamt but
couldn't get to.
All the Latin
chicks are afraid
of you until you speak
Spanish and ask about
their chiquitos.
Why's everyone
trying so hard?
What do we all hope to
accomplish before we
shut up for good?
A long hike with
your daughter on
a sunny day in the
Adirondacks can't be
taken away.
This morning might
be your last... but
then again it might just
be another long day
of C-19.
Please let there be
some snowflakes on
I-90 through southern
Minnesota on the
way to Mayo.
I only do
the dishes when
I wanna get laid or
I'm worried about things
like viruses.
Not happy still
tired wanting
craving hurting alone...
Coronavirus makes
it possible.
When somebody's
waiting for you,
it's hard to achieve the
serenity that you
were looking for.
Dissolve the years
of fat in your
belly and you'll feel
a lot better about
all the failure.
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