Thursday, February 20, 2020
Family
with hair like wildfire
eyes of deepest blue
glistening like the surface
of Lake Michigan in Indian summer-
A smile of hidden treasures
buried deep like our mother before us
You learned this early on-
not all that is found yields reward
But count those calluses
the sting of sweat
watch the blood trickle into
the wound slashed into the earth
Baby brother
you remember it well-
a broken chair the kindling to
an arson whose hearth still glows
beneath the charred remains
of a broken home
Baby brother
show me the blisters-
Continue to stand too close
to the fire and you will get burned
But learn to walk away
and only then, will you learn to heal
Wednesday, February 5, 2020
Definition, What a Decision
Hear its tune in your
faded denim pocket
Sag,
a smiling waistband
hugs your hips
The tone of your skin
cream of mushroom
Your ugly,
all to my appetite
Hackneyed
admiring her,
now from a distance
I catch a glimpse-
a fleeting future
flashing before my
welling, weary eyes
She has saturated
my senses, she has
my attention wrapped
tight around her limp finger
At her mercy now,
though I fear she has forgotten.
Will my words echo?
Will we love again?
I have began to dig deep into
my patience reserve, so you
don't have to bankrupt your emotions.
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
Clementine
Thursday, September 5, 2019
Mugshots, Obituaries, Major Awards
Thursday, February 28, 2019
Somewhere Between 007 and My Desperate Search of Verse
In the interest
of mending broken hearts
I bring you superglue and silly putty
For the one I've never minded to mend
I turn my heart to the east
but my fears lie to the west
Love is the death of duty
due diligence be damned
ripples from rocks skipped across seas
Nevermind never mine
Never you mind damn you
Lest the words explode
Like shrapnel from your chest
I will not hear a word of it
Yet even whispers cut all the same
Kiss me you fool
Celluloids illuminate the night sky
Black and white so unlike life
To live I'm sure
Death is
Whatever this is
Montauk, Bangkok
Little Italian villages
Owosso nestled between darkness
I'm uniquely qualified
To find myself hated
In every corner of the world
Yet wherever I have loved
Love
Has been sure to follow
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
Persona Non Grata
and let me get a look at you, little man.
So loud, so loud, yet
trouble growing into your pants.
You say you lost a lover along the way,
a friend makes two.
Your problems are their problems,
right, little man?
If you love me...
Do you love me...?
Oh, so you don't love me.
I've heard it all before,
taking what doesn't belong to you.
Little man,
do you think you are a man?
If you say so,
shifting uncomfortably in your skin.
Little man, how will you shrink
when the world is watching you,
Taunting you
with what you're so rightfully owed?
Put yourself together,
little man.
Fading into the ether,
all these years and a
pile of clay to make of it.
Materialize elsewhere,
little man.
Wade until you're saved,
sputter about how you nearly drowned
yet your feet always touching the floor.
But knowledge is violence
right, little man?
Abuse the privilege
until the privilege hits back.
Watch the little man cry about bruises
when he's left scars.
Little man,
do you think you are a man?
Little man,
I know who you are.
Little man,
I know what you are.
Crawl back into the shadows
or squirm in the light,
I don't care,
little man
No more,
no more.