Wednesday, March 24, 2010

relationship

man woman
under pant
too damn tight

elastic between our
mantras tonight

we sought
simple greatness
amidst oversight

and then
we done

Monday, March 15, 2010

jeff @ whole foods

a boy appeared
between
the register and the line

his smile
painted faces
and i announced a "hi"

youth clean and
shaven
hebe drinks her wine

men are their
greatest
between 20 and a five.

call me.

Friday, March 12, 2010

the bean can

in settling for bed
i opened the cupboard
for a cookie or two

but no treats were found
only a can of
great northern beans

how much protein
is in a serving of beans?

7 grams. but get this,
on the can itself was the
vegetarian food pyramid

it was quite unlike anything
i had ever seen
and it read

eat your beans
drink your booze
all in good health

no joke.
go peep the pyramid
and let's go vegetarian tonight.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

writers never die

there is a time
to bite a line
from a hero.

those of you who
never read him

might think
i was so quick
with words.

writers never die.

choices

a break through
my choice of sustained abstinince

i mispelled abstinence
fuck it.


Thursday, February 25, 2010

beading

i pierced the couch with a violent eye
and passionately tried to thread beads
on a leather string

suddenly a fervent rage overcame me
and i started to fuck the glass balls
with a cord too thick for any such hole

i screamed beneath my breath so as not to
wake belle, and punched the sides of my head
like an angry gorilla during heat

be it the lack of cooperation,
stress, or old perfectionist tendencies,
but i had cracked, made a slave to a handful of glass

that was when i knew
i needed less wine, more structure
and an art project that didn't require nimble fingers.


Friday, January 29, 2010

no cuhunas

i knew you with balls
but took a recent census
and found your grove
had lost its nuts.

call it middle age,
or the be-witching
hour, but what the
heck happened

to the bone
that broke
your
self respect

and now you
only ring when
lady bird
flies da coup.

i miss those
prophecies of
i, self,
divine

and hope your
cuhunas
return home,
once again, brother.