Getting into the passenger’s seat of the blue-mobile with eyebrows for headlights, He produces an unsuspecting micro bouquet from his jacket: synthetic. I feel the leaves to check. Feels like they went to Michael’s to buy this one: the largest rose the size of a small strawberry, surrounded by mini roses the size of erect nipples and baby’s breath. Plastic, scented adornment of a … Continue reading Given
This past Sunday at work, I was chatting with a couple who comes in for coffee on the weekends. I recognized them from a friend’s documentary about a concert at Slab City that was near shut down by the cops. (Pop open a beer and watch Open Mic Night After the Apocalypse when you have a free night. Mike James made a beautiful film). So I asked … Continue reading 4 Bands I Want to See in the Next Year
for my brunette ladies. ________ sorry I’m not that pretty blonde I’m a raging brunette I’m not the one to hold your hand mine are too dirty with other men sorry I’m not that pretty blonde I’m the raging brunette you know you’ve always wanted but for some reason couldn’t have I said I was happy for you but I’m not … Continue reading brunette (poem)
I wonder what a Sunday kind of love should bring? A few flowers? A free shower? Too much sweat and not enough ice. A long, slow drag on a cigarette, bouncing around on a lip before all hell breaks loose. Letting it. Let it. Go. 10.6.13 Continue reading Letting it (poem)
Today I came across a poem I chose to forget. It was written during a time when all I could do was pour the fantasy into a poem, and then a few months later a song. I’ll let you know when I have the guts to share the music. Ten Fantasies In No Particular Order Four. Some Saturday night. Alone at a concert I bump … Continue reading Ten Fantasies in No Particular Order (poem)
