Gonna start scanning/typing poems in and putting them up. Really for my own enjoyment, but if you dig it. Say hi.

Thanks, and drink up.

Oak American Maple Abercrombie has a hitch
Flat footed femme fatales in polyester padders
Complaining via digital dissemination
That their paid-for life is unfair

Abandoned acorns crack open
surreptitiously squat in bushes
Their seed seeks satisfaction never coming
Onans overlooked and feed on by squirrels

As the whine of wine fills and is spilt
On Monday afternoon sidewalks of the city.

-11/1/10-

Wrote this just now after seeing Fred Moten read last night. It feels like a return to how I used to write in late high school/ college 1.0 period of my life. Can you dig it?

A storm front moved maculately
West to east like weather
Delaying flights of fellow improvisatori
Sepia tones overlaid on eyes like heather

Dull gray weather, hardy like the heath
Ahead of horrid humidity
Far away, is there sunshine on Leith?
Only Scottish proclaimers know with certainty

Fake trees and grass
Sit before window glass
And internal highways beckon
But first I’ll wait
as this flight is late
By some 3600 seconds.

-071410-

I turned to answer him
and to ask him not to shed his hair
but when I turned toward his leonine frame
I found he wasn’t there

I’ve been up too long.

-071210-

Bring it into focus
Turn up the light
Turn down the heat
Wind it up to 160 bpm again
Slow it down to 90 and repeat

Fleet fingers riding the rosewood boards
Single note lines and chords
Whole songs memorized to play
For crowds of peers
Who thought my skills
ruled the day

Years later, I’m a man

with no time to sit
and practice
the songs have all been forgotten
but my fingers ache
my ears are thirsty
my heart still wants to play.

-070610-

You weren’t my first
and won’t be my last
but baby, maybe
you’ll always be the best

surf rock or vocal crooners
punk Irish or psychobilly looners
stand-up, spoken word and solo
you are the place I come to
you are the place I love to go

they can change your name
or alter your face
but the sloping concrete floor
feels delicate like lace

even amidst drums
and crunching guitar chords
the PA system always giving more
than my ears ever bargain for

And though some suits bought you
and defaced your name
you’ll always be my hot venue lover
you’ll always be the TLA

-070410-

The rounded chamber awaits him
Stainless steel walls and
Roiling, boiling water
His brain is too small to
Contemplate scavenger sins
But not small enough
To erase the pain
Of dying.

-062110-

-061910-