Poetry

Punching the pig Filling my pants Drinking some milk Smelling my hands Sweating all night Taking a bath Smelling my hands Filling my pants Grumping… Read More »My Pants

What a crazy clash of color Is there fire in your eyes? Orange flashes and it crashes As around your face it flies Orange leaping… Read More »Dusk

Around the ferryboat the cloud wall swirls Pulling us through into a different world We left our car on the near side We left the… Read More »Prophesy

I am G-Man, Prince of New Street and I sing the love of danger! With mind and machines so fleet, I smashed my motor coach… Read More »The Futurist

She doesn’t have a car and she lives out in the suburbs I’m sure by now she’s realized that her lot in life’s absurd. He… Read More »Suburbia

The silver and the gold mingle beautifully in this beam The character of the silver seems like the experience Of the old when it serves… Read More »The Silver and the Gold

The moon is slowly slipping from the sky Slowly but it will be gone by sunrise And every pregnant second that it slips Becomes more… Read More »The Moon Is Slowly Slipping From The Sky