become furniture

become furniture

Coat hangers dissolve       as the years pass and no one recalls      where to hang their hats.

an other

an other

Whistling down the alleyway on a Tuesday afternoon while the rain is pouring down –loose notes without a tune. He wears a shadow ‘cross his eyes , his jacket’s made of sleep, and in each pocket jostling are heaps of tasty treats. Not candies; no, no lollypops, no sugar-laden fare, but songs and words and […]

Platypus Jowls

Platypus Jowls

Platypus jowls : next time someone yells out in frustration and I’m around, “Platypus jowls.” I’ll say it, is what I mean, as a defense mechanism, not for me but for society (so grand, so grand); just blurt out “Platypus jowls,” and then they’ll look at me, bemused, and I’ll just be there in my […]

Limoorick (HAH! Get it?)

Limoorick (HAH! Get it?)

There once were some cows eating grass and their stomachs produced lots of gas. Now, believe it or not, the planet’s real hot and I don’t think that we’re gonna last.

Sickness and Sweets

Sickness and Sweets

Last night, sick and in want of candy –in want of candy knowing nothing would make me sicker than a sampling of sweets– I came to the realization that the number of M&Ms I’ve eaten , in my life, up to this point, is greater than the number of years I can ever hope to […]

Sick Deal

Sick Deal

I’m miserably scribbling at my desk feeling rather ill, if the devil’d do my work I think I’d take that deal. I don’t care the price I’d pay– ironic twists? Fine. Sure. Just do it soon before I spew: this laptop’s not insured.

The Sads

The Sads

The wave breaks and the sads wash over me. But they don’t stop there. The sads keep on going until they hit San Francisco and Los Angeles. Before long even the highest graffitis are covered in sads. Business offices are flooded with sads. The yellow legal pads of lawyers and novelists are drenched. There are […]

A Poem for Wednesday, 9/13/17, because I forgot to post that day, and now this poem will carry this terrible title forever

A Poem for Wednesday, 9/13/17, because I forgot to post that day, and now this poem will carry this terrible title forever

I thirst for poetry on garbage cans and rhymes about graffitied city walls. I want to read about the cracked sidewalks all bleached and dusty pale under the sun. Enough about the rocks and trees and sky; enough about the creatures of the earth; enough about the ways which humans die; enough about the forms […]

Apoloku, or Haikology: an explanation

Apoloku, or Haikology: an explanation

I forgot to post a new poem yesterday– in other news: trees.

So this old man named William Drake

So this old man named William Drake

So, this old man named William Drake one time fell asleep by a lake. A kind passerby was afraid Drake had died so he gave that old Willy a shake.