Poems
In addition to my books, you can find my poetry out in the wild land of literary journals and magazines. My sincerest gratitude to all of these publications for including me. Check the links below. (Also scroll down for a bonus)
Molasses
Page 147
Pig Salt
New Note Poetry
Rosemary, Society, and Feathers
The Antonym: Bridge to Global Literature
Lily Pads
HASH Journal
A Mouse Named Heaven, Butter and Sugar, and Roses on Your Table
Southern Florida Poetry Journal
Aliens Keep Hummingbirds as Pets, and Drinking Coffee in Ankle-Deep Mud with Aliens
Sinking City
2019
i
It isn’t that we weren’t in love. It’s just the violins were out of tune. One time a teacher told me laboratories can make the color blue. Meanwhile the job of God got lost to automation. Meanwhile fresh water is distilled into vodka for novelty shot glasses. Meanwhile the economy turned muggy mosquito hot and wilts with the lilies. Meanwhile all the kids fall in love!
ii
I called my sister and told her I met somebody. My sister and I, we shared a childhood with Lincoln Logs and farmer grandpas. We both had dreams. She found hers in a preacher’s hand. My dreams are gum-stuck in the woods, in the woods forty years from now, in the woods and the holy land. The holy land in tomorrow’s hot-hot world where gardens still grow, where there are grandchildren ¾ grandchildren to plant cucumber seeds.
iii
I never made it out of a child’s wishes lost in the breeze
attached by prayer
to duck-down dandelion seeds
one time I ate yellow dandelion flowers
with a poor man
in his slum lord’s yard
where the sun sets
over abandoned factories
iv
the stage is set
giant Ronald-McDonald balloons
are parading through
the mean streets
of the American City
anchored by flatbed trucks
filled to the rails with children
wearing church robes
and goggles playing television
Dry skin
Knocking knees
All the kids
Stand and sing
Fuck the Billionaires!
v
I watched the parade go by with her. She had little suns in her eyes. It made me want to hold her hand and catch candy with my other hand. I wanted to watch the balloons disappear around the corner, year after year. She asked me if I would follow them. Follow them down a rose petal road where we would walk unto our death and she had rose petals tattooed on her skin.
vi
the cities of men
cannot keep up
with all the
PEOPLE
PUSHING
out of
PUSSIES
they just slide right out onto the curb
in a deplorable adorable infant herd
stampeding highways of the Midwest
babies toddling
on wobbly legs
heads bobbling
on licorice necks
(an industrial revolution made asphalt for their sensitive heads)
they charge the LED billboards
blazing the light of lipstick ads over hordes
of feeder pigs filled to the snouts with hormones and demons
JESUS! Find us another cliff already!
vii
I stood on a cliff. With her. Holding her hips.
viii
One time a teacher told me the best way to understand history is to study war. My parents wouldn’t get a divorce. God doesn’t like those for some reason. There is a story in the Bible where the pharaoh wouldn’t believe the plagues were from God. What took that king so long? I believe atoms are mostly empty space. I believe in atom bombs.