Mar 07
I Took Jackson Pollock To The Psychiatrist I had a psychiatrist appointment so I got out of bed early and gathered all the worms I could find there were none the birds did not sing it was February I wore mittens over my ears I put a bullet proof vest over my heart wore my …
Mar 07
Learning to Be Quiet Fenced in dogs were always barking in the cold, no dog houses just freezing in the snow. My grandfather’s dogs neglected as my grandmother. Age 4, I saw Pop park his truck and drink a pint of whiskey. I heard plenty of talk from the relatives. I didn’t know what it …
Mar 06
Reveille I won’t argue the recollection that in my youth my emotional intelligence had left much to be desired, dancing drunk with delusions and coupling scraps of vagabond verbiage with vocal cords lubed by spit and vibrating like a jackhammer screaming out pseudo poetic punk anthems woefully off key. Young and dumb with a mouth …
Mar 06
Spring, Tomorrow Bring spring into your home IKEA proudly declares. There are only rabbitless fields now, a night zipping up its coat and rubbing its hands together. Owl eyes aren’t television sets advertising better times ahead. Every tree is an empty street. The advert on your phone hypnotises you to accept the diorama is real: …
Mar 05
Poem for Robert Kennedy, Jr. When I am (finally) declared King of the World, I will send all billionaires to health farms for their “personal failures” where they will work for zero wages until they learn the true meaning of human empathy and what it’s like to have real problems outside of an ambition that …
Mar 04
The Polish Hammer Poetry Corner Beards Back in my day, a beard was a woman you’d agree to marry when too many people began questioning your need for such an extensive Barbie collection and your fixation with drinking Rose wine with your brunch. Nowadays, everyone has a beard. Seriously, I can’t remember the last time …
Mar 03
Apathy A knock at the door startled the family. They were playing with firetrucks, a toy dalmatian and seeing which of the little people could climb up the truck’s ladder to douse a conflagration. Candy leapt up and peeked out the window. The front porch was empty. She looked to her husband, Geoff, who shrugged …
Mar 02
Bitter Bites So what the fuck do we do now? Where do we grasp for power when it feels that there is none? No leverage with madmen clasping at their dreams of supremacy and unvalidated intellect, unjustifiable harshness in an already ugly world. We dangle the carrot of hope half-assedly these past few years as …
Mar 02
My Body Rescues Me When my mind is heavy as rain clouds, when I have lost my way in a paralytic depression, my legs come to rescue me. Block after block, mile after mile, my feet flying across pavement, my worries grow light and lighter. Automatic as a wind-up toy, my legs carry me away …
Mar 01
Election Night —November 7, 2000 I do my best to ignore the U.S. government but I was listening to the results coming in through my car radio as I made the drive from Oakland to Arizona the exit polls were saying Democrat and then it was too close to call and then Republican maybe and …
