Sonnet For _ _ _ _ _ _

"I'm not into anything too kinky or, you know, weird,"

she said, "I just like a guy who really knows

what he wants and someone who isn't too scared

to try new things and who will bring me a rose

every once in a while; is that too much to ask?"

She needs to vent and so I give her my shoulder:

we're close that way and so I have to ( Read more... )

No One You Know

I can explain the mess, baby.

Listen, just listen for a minute -

haven’t you ever wanted to return

to a moment in your life, some time, some place

where you know what you did was wrong and make it right?

Are you telling me you’ve never said a word

you wish you could take back?

Don’t you ever look over your shoulder at night ( Read more... )

Stroke the Soft Fur of the Journalist, But Be Gentle

I. Little-Known Facts about the Journalist

Many are not aware of the fact that journalists,

when left to raise themselves in their natural habitat,

can grow their mature adult coating of fur

quite soon into the stages of their development,

as early as eleven months, in some cases.

It is ( Read more... )

The Orthodoxy of Breakfast

I’ll never understand why there are children

who shoot each other

over little things, like sneakers,

or positions of leadership in cheerleading squads,

or virtual, MySpace assassinations of character

instead of the things that really matter,

like boxes of Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies.

Let me ask you: is it wrong

to wonder ( Read more... )

Flying Jellyfish Would Be One of the Signs, Yes

Carrie and I were there when it happened,
when what we call evolution took several steps ahead of us
and we watched, horrified, from our blankets on the beach
as flocks of the Earth's first flying jellyfish
escaped from the confines of the boiling sea
and floated silently towards the shore
we looked around ( Read more... )

I know it's a day late, but here it is, poem number 3 of 30.
Have a look, have a care.

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Musical Chains

One of the reasons why I'm not a big fan of the rain

is that whenever I go outside in it

I'm forced to pass judgments

on everything that's right and ( Read more... )

A Love Scene

Look, I don’t know what the hell you want from me--

I’m sorry that I was a dictator, alright?

I’m sorry that I had my “inner circle of influence”

take leadership of the military and throw everybody under martial law.

Oh, geez, like, what is that, the crime of the century?

And I told you I was sorry, like, a thousand times already.

( Read more... )

The Stupid Fucking Robins Are Singing Sweetly in the Trees

If, in the chill of the winter wind you think me a fucking asshole,

well, you know there are other angels you can pray to on your knees;

Heaven just called, they said they have room for just one more soul

and so if I were you I’d get a move on, but you do what you please.

If, by a summer ( Read more... )

Something 10th About You

I watch you out on the street

and you move in slow motion

in the cold morning air,

and the little pink fingers of your scarf

drum on the back of your jeans in the wind.

There’s a part of me that’s half-squirrel;

taking you in but unconcerned

about your morning commute:

I have nuts to gather

and telephone lines to size up for ( Read more... )

So last night I went to the “Above Average Open Mic Night” at RB Winnings Coffee in Albuquerque, right by the University. ( Come gather ‘round for a hilarious tale of poetry, singer-songwriter open mic nights, and DERANGED, SENIOR-CITIZEN HOMOPHOBIA. )