Reconsidering August 1, 2010

Icarus, undeniably indignant and entertained by his own flagrancy incandescent and foolish flying naked beneath the burning star how much further must he recede into light before his charred body reminds him of the other half of the moon? What does the jungle afford a survivalist if it is concrete?

Lines August 1, 2010

In drama they seem to break so easy off the tongue of great actors only to fall miserably forgotten by the stage hand trying himself at home to be the hero, failing to take the mirror seriously. & In a recession they are monotonous reminders that we hunger in hoards hunched over each other like [...]

Projecting March 19, 2009

Quantum free sonics, auspiciously surrounded, suspiciously sounding as if hooked on phonics worked for me hounding me for answers that didn’t just sound good but fell off the tongue like drool and the commentary: “you rool” said the friend who was by the way imaginary and disobedient always saying something you heard before but scantily [...]

Very Superstitious, Writings on the Wall February 13, 2009

On the eve of Friday the thirteenth fifty people fell from the sky burning No, this is not a metaphor The black voice recorder was unable to capture the color the roman candle in suburbia the red white and blue of their burning An American flag in the neighbors yard, marked with soot, furiously moved [...]

My Life February 10, 2009

The shortness of it none of your concern never having experienced or learned of long hallways outside of your own self-isolation. The tether of your claustrophobic probing of space, a displaced regurgitation through darkness out onto some veranda awesome only to you the smooth Rhine between your toes Dionysus frozen strawberries, line up all your [...]

Tell America February 10, 2009

The deletion of the word “love” from the body of poetics precedes its own construction as if animators drawing flesh on a skeleton had misjudged the proper width of a torso, heart to breast, abdomen to waist – the proper length of a leg encased in its own delusion of scale. So, forced to erase [...]

Sleep in, it’s a Holiday December 23, 2008

Listen to the music of thumping drums, four invisible white Broncos bruising the landscape flat with snow- Listen to the ploughs pushing angels aside the 3 legged north american reindeer sabre rattling in the wind-chill at night, for fire safety, a father like some municipal clicking a pen, shutting down the metropolis of xmas lights [...]

Dear Stanza Clause, December 23, 2008

Mario Lanza singing spaghetti and angels, Tony Danza on pause, always on my paws, I have many memories of you that I can remember, the earliest of them involve wearing pajamas myself, ear to the train track of nylon braids getting smaller towards the center of a rug my eyes flamboyant and unregulated by tax [...]

i have no title December 19, 2008

The slow hum of the water heater inquiring a way down into silence – the muted scream of the failing snowflakes outside, the shiver of fleece that keeps me warm momentarily like the synaptic jerk of a thermostat a pilot light warily wavers like some ritual engulfed mayan queen seducing the darkness. I can’t sleep [...]

Outside of Love December 13, 2008

Or “Eros” as the buzzing neon sign read, Candy was busy kicking a loose piece of gravel from her stiletto some stranger lit her cigarette but they didn’t look each other in the eyes she rode his lap inside her drinks were free. The stage music was muffled and exhalted each time the front door [...]