Thursday, February 17, 2011


My frame
of mind
hangs in lopsided grin
on the arterial wall

each pulse
rattles the glass a bit
threatens to rough me
off the nail I drove
through the heart of it

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Response to Monday Muse

Don't you dare
step aroung my heart
as if it were fragility
as if it were quicksand
and your pleated pants
newly pressed

But dare jump
center deep
crimson your cuffs
and never wash

Thursday, February 10, 2011


I woke this morning
to my own gut
moaning like old teak
last nights booze
sloshing cross the bow
and no rudder

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Full Winter

If only
there was brandy enough...

though in such a storm
as the heart's full winter
even hooch
cannot fire

Monday, February 7, 2011

No Reply

How can one reply
to being of such poor
and calloused heart?

I'll bear witness
to my own crimes
in the chambers of my apology
keep sentry
in lifelong penance


Friday, February 4, 2011


What shall I eat
and drink?
(though more always the answer to drink)

In what measure to feed
the yawing mouth of lonely...

that HUGE fucking insatiable O in the middle of it?


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Hazard Pay

It's cold
and dark

people die in such places
with their children's need
wedged between shakey knees
like an offering
to the "Saints be praised -
we made it!"
only tonight
the Saints were full up
with babies