If you can, pay.
If you have eyes, greet the driver.
If you have a voice, do the same.
If you have legs, and they work, move to the back.
More. More. A little more. Please
don’t make the driver remind you. She’s tired.
Ignore the man who smells of toe gunk…
A poem I’m still working on: Energy Level On my run uphill, I take the winding root orbiting layers of city gas: piss and weed paint and honeysuckle. Past a man fermenting for too long – his teeth mush, foot pickled. I nod. I feel your pain brother, except not at all. My thighs ache […]
Clean Mouth Can you pick up some mouth-wash on the way home? No, not that crap. Freshicle Max. No. Fresh-ick-le Max! Yeah. It’s pricier, but worth it … Well, no more snoring, for one. More importantly, my breath will jumpstart your bones. No joke. Freshicle patented these nanoparticles called Crysta-salves. Patented shit. I’m not totally clear on […]
Digging through the crates, I resurrected this one from a college poetry class. I’m still reworking it. But the time seems right to share it considering recent news of i-phone thefts driving up crime numbers in New York city. The poem has two voices, one in regular font and one in italics (slightly hard to […]
Good Art Changes you, if only in phase, like snow settles under sun. I Want to Write a Poem I want to write a poem in one sitting as final as the past, like when I made a boy laugh so hard by hanging a pear from my nose root beer exploded from his […]