ignore the stains wear and tear ( Read more... )

clobbered
nailed
balls dropped
pins sailed
re-rack
on track

a small page
torn into many smaller ones
left in pockets, on doorsteps, in burning buildings
practice singing, and dancing, and believing
i found my ears and the rhythm
faith in what and where does it screw in ?

the sun is out ( Read more... )

i remember partially
part time under your thumb
racing through the index

roads begin to cross roads
if i could somehow skip the meat and end up where i was
where i am

well, from one bun to another...
this would be a pretty bland sandwich

good morning eggs
good morning legs
one foot on the floor
another turns the knob of the door

i looked in my closet ( Read more... )

up and at em
allow me this growl
enough erasers to arrive elegant
don't dare depart then dance your return
shaking fat in my face
no preference; baby, it's all placid
hand infant its bottle
neck is wedged in the gears

the deli counter was in need ( Read more... )

Read some words I’d written
Not too long ago
7 days
I’m dripping on the time line
I want to race my car
A retrospective of my morning eggs