Dirty Dream For The Lust Mechanics

The shower delivers Hot water cascades like chance encounters, running rivulets of conversation With stranger at a laundry mat where we chat and borrow quarters And you play pinball while I wonder when the spin dries up Am I the gutter, nowhere? Or do I yet yearn for broken teeth. Don’t take shit for granted … Continue reading Dirty Dream For The Lust Mechanics

Pick A Card To Play, Any Card (Paid For By the Committee to Unthinkingly Endorse the Unthinkable)

He liked to tell stories Or rather make things up About the people he dislikes He likes to call things out He was always pointing fingers He was catching all our eyes The monkey man who slung shit like no other He was our guy We love him because he gets it happening So much … Continue reading Pick A Card To Play, Any Card (Paid For By the Committee to Unthinkingly Endorse the Unthinkable)

To Spread The Truth Like a Disease

When I was hungry, you fed me by sending me to the grocery store I tried to use my dollars earned to stock up on some wholesome scores when they met me and told me I could not pass into the promised land without denying my face to my self without first putting on a … Continue reading To Spread The Truth Like a Disease

A Prayer to the Devil, And Sympathy

My advice to anyone newly born to this planet Try your best to keep the shit out of your eyes If you want to be Lord don't compromise (The Flies) They panic when you relativize In the attic, where children play dungeons and dragons they see satan in the maneuvers to outwit authority's bland magic … Continue reading A Prayer to the Devil, And Sympathy

We Coup, Bro?: An Ode to General Mark Milley, With Duty and Squalor

There's a man in an leather chair, jacket unbuttoned, in a shadow bearding onto past midnight, 5 o'clock and the last call for punching out - all the work-a-day seems years ago Now he sits, almost self-assured, in the midst of a harried mess; Sipping a glass of something steadying and resolving, to write down … Continue reading We Coup, Bro?: An Ode to General Mark Milley, With Duty and Squalor

The Geometrical Concerns of An Inconstant Heart

I wander around this compartment - this house that wishes it were home And the lines are weary and trace displacement, the cartographer is not master of his art Either, or, the building is bereavement, a place they put him, and depart, He takes his compass, it weighs heavy, the moral, protracted, angles too... uh.. … Continue reading The Geometrical Concerns of An Inconstant Heart

The Spright Who Lives Between The Wall and the Door: A Poem, Based on Readings of Timothy Leary’s biography by Robert Greenfield

“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the … Continue reading The Spright Who Lives Between The Wall and the Door: A Poem, Based on Readings of Timothy Leary’s biography by Robert Greenfield

I Like Girls Who Are Quiet

Some men see things as they are and ask, ""Why?"" Some dream things that never were and ask, ""Why not?" Some look at what's left and say, "what happened?" Some look back and say, "what do you want from me?" as they walk, gone. Some see a bird fly and dream wings' construction Some get right to the delicate … Continue reading I Like Girls Who Are Quiet