(f) art If tearing wet bloody chunks from your soul and Throwing the lumpy meat into the Public Square brings … More
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An Isolated Incident
It was an isolated incident There is no pattern of any kind here Woven in the fabric of everything. – … More
u cld die 2morrow.
Why not write at least one sentence? Go on, it can’t hurt can it? We both know that you’re afraid … More
A is for Anhedonia.
A is for Anhedonia B is for Boredom C is for Collapse D is for Doldrum E is for Energy … More
Waiting.
Waiting Alone on the platform Heavy lidded After a day of good work. Soon she will be sitting On the … More
Troll.
There once was a troll That lived on a hill It didn’t like poetry So when it heard I was … More
Freeway Walking.
Night moves At its own speed Drawing out the thread Until morning.
Dripping in the Ectoplasm of White Privilege
I am normal. I am kind, Don’t see colour Or ever find The police treat me bad. They are kind. No … More
A Visit to the Salt Pit.
I wake up every morning with a smile. Not letting them sleep is okay with me. Torture kept our country … More
Hand Prints
Palm prints dusted on a dark cavern wall Tiny stencilled hands forgotten for years. Large shiny missiles and thuggish bombs … More
Waiting.
A train speeds past Whetting it’s wheels on the track. Faces sag in unison. The day has taken a little … More
600 FOLLOWERS.
Whether Friend or Bot or Self-help guru or Scam artist. I love you all. I Love. You. All. Can you … More
Hibernation.
The Watermeloning – Halloween Special Redux
I posted this before but it’s Halloween so I thought the world was ready to re-experience the horror…. Oh Dripping … More
Poetry Pot – An Apology, in Advance, to the Memory of Emma Lazarus.
I never like to explain poems but here I am explaining a poem. I was irritated, this morning, as with … More
Walt Whitman Wax Cylinder Recital.
I can barely understand it because the quality is so low but I love the internet for having a wax … More
Poetry Pot – National Poetry Writing Month.
So National Poetry Writing Month is over and I think I only actually wrote one poem. I did read all … More
Poetry Pot – The Final Moments after the Door to the End has been Opened Audio
Poetry Month Day 30: Text and video HERE.
Poetry Pot – The Endless Shore Audio
Poetry Month Day 29: Video and text HERE.
Poetry Pot – The Swan Guard.
Poetry Month Day 28: Video and Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – The Watermeloning Audio
Poetry Month Day 27: Text and video HERE.
Poetry Pot – Mixed Message Audio
Poetry Month Day 26: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Experience Falls: REVISED Audio
Poetry Month Day 25: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Toast-Footed God Monster Audio
Poetry Month Day 24: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – A little night music: REVISED Audio
Poetry Month Day 23:
Poetry Pot – Fading Audio
Poetry Month Day 23: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Sonnet 2 Audio
Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Going Home Audio
Poetry Month Day 20: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Fall Audio
Poetry Month Day 19: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Be Audio
Poetry Month Day 18: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Remember The Victims Audio
Poetry Month Day 16: Text HERE.
Remember The Victims.
Remember the victims As they crossed the line. Do not forget the victims. – The happy childish faces Waving for … More
Poetry Pot – Twitching Rigid Audio
Poetry Month Day 16: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Crustal Deformation Audio
Poetry Month Day 15: Text HERE.
Poetry Poet – Five-lined poem Audio
Poetry Month Day 14: Text HERE.
Poetry Poet – Me Without You Audio.
Poetry Month Day 13: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Sonnet 1 Audio
Poetry Month Day 12: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Old Man Bone-bag Audio
Poetry Month Day 11 Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Memories of Love Audio
Poetry Month Day 10: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Flamingo Audio
Poetry Month Day 9: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Mack and Yasha Audio
Poetry Month Day 8: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Airfooddrinkyou Audio
Day 7 of Poetry Month: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – This and That Audio
Poetry Month Day 6: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot Audio – The Vagabond Audio
Day 5 of Poetry Month. Text HERE.
Poetry Poet – Process Audio
Day 4 of Poetry Month: Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – I Remember Audio
Day 3 of Poetry Month. Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Friends Audio
Day 2 of Poetry Month. Text HERE.
Poetry Pot – Sunday Lunch Audio
I hear it’s Poetry Month so, because I have nothing better to do, I’m going to add a scratchy recording … More
Sonnet 3
I want to know how far we have to run Before we reach that mountain top of Myth. What jungles, … More
Crustal Deformation.
1. Summer sky thick with clotted clouds As the drip down sweat curves along the valley Unfolding into the yielding … More
Culture of Illusion – Falling.
IN COUNTRY WE WALK AS DRAWN GHOSTS, NEVER FINDING SOLACE IN LANDSCAPE.
The Vagabond.
There is a restaurant over yonder On top of that lonely old hill. It is owned by a ragged vagabond … More
Sonnet 2
The key is sitting under the small clock. It is not the key I am looking for. The key I … More
Process.
Writing a poem, Like taking A shit, Should be An intensely Private affair.
Mixed Message.
Too many cooks spoil the broth Many hands make light work Many hands make light broth Too many hands spoil … More
Appetite for Distraction – Uprooted.
Uprooted. Now remember, now forget: Thick thatched thoughts crush – mash: Disconsolate, Alone. Each torn memory re- Veals a slippery … More
Culture of Illusion – This and That.
This and That. The rain fell in haunted lines, Straight separations between this and that. Lonely neon screens glowed in … More
Be.
Careful what you wish for Because it might come true. Beware of what you hope for It might leave you … More
Sonnet 1
I woke up today and I thought of you. The sheets were cold and the sky was full of snow. … More
Fall.
Balding trees lace the grey sky of Fall. Soft wet earth clods on meandering shoes. Tiny feet stumble after a … More
Memories of Love.
I can now see everything As the trees de-robe like strippers, But is tells me nothing. – The birds used … More
Appetite for Distraction – The Bowl.
Appetite for Distraction – Bus Station, Night (2013)
Going home. The weight of the week Hangs over you. You deserve your sleep. It will all begin again … More
Experience Falls: REVISED
We had icicle bones Wept petroleum tears Our tune – trembling trombones Our skin – branded like steers. Brains … More
Appetite for Distraction – Fading.
The hurried ghosts of muddied memory Appear, without appeal, from ink black blots. Coalescing in their frozen trajectory They succumb … More
A little night music: REVISED
When Time no longer matters And our space is all used up. Memory will lie in Tatters Just like an … More
Appetite for Distraction – Elevated.
When riding an elevator It is not unusual for You To stare into the Infinite Mirror And see that the … More
Blue Open Sky
What thoughts gash the mind of that Dropping Sack As I look on Unconcerned? I am disinterested Too distant To … More
One Slip in a Fall Down a Mountain: REVISED
I am waiting for a bus. I hear Echoing Scribble-scrabble Rock fall. The Irregular Parabola Distant. Leaping, Bounding Down, ever … More
I Remember
I MISTILY remember my very first Plunge. Wrapped close in vodka’s sweet, warm blanket I stumbled with my giggling Aphrodite. … More
Untitled 2.
IMPERFECTIONS yet superior still To Circe’s substance. An empty fickle Heart yet more intense still than scorching, brill- Iant Sol, … More
Life’s Simple Designations.
I am much my own emotion’s victim. Its smooth sheened sphere helplessly hangs, hover- Ing expectantly, waiting for some glim- … More
Smoothly Blue.
Smoothly blue. wuntu, wuntuthreephor… Aaaaaaaaaaah… crazee… diggit down, reelmellow down, yeah; ooooooohhh sha sha sha … More
Airfooddrinkyou.
The air is full of many things That make my body thrive Oxygen and Nitrogen Both keep me very much … More
The Little Things.
There was a little mouse Who had a little house. He had a little wife And had a little strife. … More
Untitled 1.
THE WORDS melted wetly together Slickly sliding across the page. I was dubious; unsure whether I could, should, would control … More
Drunken Whinin’.
Oh now help me dear Lord, What am I gonna do? I’m so very drunk-tired, Gotta hole in-ma left shoe. … More
Touched.
MANIC depression, … More
Snap-shot.
* When the sky, for brief moments, stops. Leaves no longer rustle as, briefly Everything ceases. Drops Of molten reality, … More
Five-lined poem.
I began this to occupy some space. Now I see that I have made an error In judgement. There won’t … More
Hexagon.
What is it? Do you know? Can I ask you? Will you go? – I see you, Standing there. What … More
Treading Pitch-Black Paths.
Speeding like a freight train, Running from the great pain, Ending with a jarring strain, On Time’s last sand grain. … More
Toast-Footed God Monster
Semolina sperm boy eating A dated doughnut porn ring. Do you cry in your acid tears Bitch child? Whip-crack shifting … More
Old Man Bone-bag.
“I live between the cracks of a mountain’s Soul”, The old man said. His great time-carved arms Stretched in knotted … More
Happy Birthday, Mr. Bitch.
…Creeping … More
Dreaming Peacefully.
She’s Weeping in a piercing hopeless pain At smiling, sharp boned anorexics cut- Ting the air with their razor-edge framework. … More
Appetite for Distraction – The Final Moments after the Door to the End has been Opened.
Hear me knocking at the door Soft shoed footfalls on the floor Blinding angels distant seen The sun, through clouds, … More
Me Without You.
A diver without an aqualung, A paedophile without the young. A camel with no hump, A boxer with no thump. … More
Culture of Illusion – Valentine.
Thumb print heart pressed in the snow Bitter memory of prior woe. Hold them close on this day Before the … More
Appetite for Distraction – The Endless Shore.
The Totem lashed upon the shore, By lapping Sea of Evermore. The glinting sun did sparkle bright On lonely shore … More
Bubble.
In thoughts lowly ditch I cower and moan. As hope glides on by I tremble and groan. A pocket of … More
Appetite for Distraction – The Swan Guard.
The swan hiss echoed. The dead eyes burrowed. The thick river flowed. The empty boat rocked For numberless lonely days.
Capitalist Whore-F****r.
The subtle noise of A kangaroo exploding In the twilight heat. Creamed hardness of tof- Fee, desperately kneading The supple … More
Subterranean Thoughts.
Prodding dreamily at the space under My chin. The space where the shotgun would fit Snugly in. Thoughts that vaguely … More
Twitching Rigid.
A moist fuck In the temple of taboo. Siamese duck Made into stew. – Suck drenched wet cunt As, after … More
The Marxist Ferret.
Frying pan clam-shut cat Drives me, distancing future from that Future I planned on my vernal mat. – Torpor conquers … More
Leaves.
The leaves are bronzing over, as umber Shafts of the Autumn’s sun, tent- like, shade folly’s of a forced mortal … More
Brevity.
Drifting in the terrible scream Of a trembling explosion. Neat Victims seeming to shimmer in the melting heat Before thudding … More
Sapling
She is standing before me in Some wretched sharp-boned pose. Dreams shift- Ing light pierces translucent thin, shrink-wrapped skin. Her … More
Mack and Yasha.
He unfolded, casually, off the floor. She had entered shiftily, through the door. They had planned to walk along the … More
