Monday, February 11, 2019

No Type

Why dear, you are so lovely.
A penny for the maiden.

Oh, please don't touch me sir. 
It's not that type of story. 

You must be mistaken, maiden.
I am a shining knight. 

Please do not interrupt me. 
I do not find it sexy.

I'm taken aback. You are brazen.

I only speak my mind.


A handful in the sack, I bet.


Creep, time to walk away. 





Tuesday, January 1, 2019

ape planet

the constant crass inaction
of lonely boring people
with things stuck in our beards, 
beastly men. 
greedy mistakes. 
bobbleheads, 
quivering lobes, 
(life is in there, though!) 
what does it matter? 

maybe we're all connected, they say. 
our dna is in the milky way. 

i want to believe it, sure i do. 
other times i'm even sure i do. 

other times
the rags hang from the rafters. 
dirty, dripping, barestript, 
soak-streaked rags. 

Saturday, October 6, 2018

untitled

Bespoke annihilation.
With pace, the rivers run.
Mountains churning granite.
Into, unto, upon.


Friday, September 28, 2018

Everyone Likes

Make the music
Everyone likes,
Don’t leave it
Up to fate.
Play the sonata.
The symphony
Can’t hold
The notes
These days.

Friday, September 21, 2018

Autumn Fall




A dramaturgical gambit.
A feast of skullduggery.
The masterpiece is burning.
The button, pressing the play.

Spendthrift creatures sneaking,
Alleys hide like prey.
Sag and droop, sad pockets,
Savor the pennies away.

A lot of good they’ll do us
Oxidizing in the grave.
Trade them for something shiny new.
The market is open today.


Saturday, April 28, 2018

Something in the Wind

The great reveal:
The year's first smell of spring.

Let us let it beckon us
Outside to play.

We'll fall out laughing, 
Breathless, staggering, splayed.

Our grips will reflexively loosen,
Our eyes will leak, 


Time itself will grovel
At our feet. 

Friday, March 2, 2018

The Dungeness Deposit

Bears upturn suburban garbage cans,
Bottles clutter the sides of wilderness trails.
Lines and borders tend to bleed together.
Fences, laws, and tariffs tend to fail.

I pluck a rock from the mountains,
And cast it to earth across the bay.
Will it matter much to either place?

My intuition says the rock requires mourning.
Oh, ancient emblem of gradual entropy!
More likely it is me who grasps for meaning:
Projecting, imposing, imagining tragedy.





Monday, January 1, 2018

Riding Seaward on the Waves

In the humid atmosphere,
Braids fray quickly.
Pricks of sweat
Burst from tender skin.
Sands, composed
Of tiny eyes of coral,
Cling to clothing.
Sips of water soak from within.

Waves spit spray that floats
With eerie languor.
Smears of haze curdle
Into focus through a squint.
The sand is lava, coral, abalone,
Boulders to an atom.
Shells and flint.










Friday, October 13, 2017

November 1856

In the midst of Moby-Dick,
Melville went to Hawthorne for a passage.
Asked him nothing, in the way
A friend asks everything.
Confessed to a shredding of the stuff
that bound his faith.
The parlor pleasantries,
The subsumed ache.

They walked among the dunes,
Apart and together.
Melville spilled laments like rhapsody.
Fingers curled as if around a pencil,
Sand spread out like stars between his feet.

That day his kin denied the hand he offered,
So he unmoored himself: the castaway,
Anchored to a desk at Ellis Island,
Tossed by time like Pip by waves at sea.
There really is such thing as too much knowledge.
Dread can warm the soul like ecstasy.




Tuesday, August 15, 2017

A Brand

Find a working flame and heat the metal.
Brand yourself when it is sufficiently hot.
Carve some living flesh into a knot.

Once the searing is done, the pain will settle.
That silhouette of flesh will never rot.
Your brand will live forever in that spot.


Using user-friendly words and cartoon pictures,
And in the name of progress, brand yourself.
Online traction is good for your avatar's health.

Now you can download all of the scriptures.
Progress never ceases - walk towards the light.
Eternities spool in the bellies of satellites.