my pants are on fire

some streetkid asshole stole my bag out of our truck and inside of that bag was ever copy of all three of my books, and a new journal that contained about 100 pages of poetry. i will beat the kid that took my shit into an unrecognizable comatose victim.

i fucking hate streetkids.

you know what is great Bob (or should i say dad?), it is wonderful to know that you take such an active interest in our lives, mine in particular, that you take the time to search for me online rather than pick up a phone and talk to me, or even your own daughter for that matter ( Read more... )

i hear some people say
"romance is lost in war, these days,
there is just nothing
romantic about
our violence"

well, i tell you, when i
challenged her father
on the day of our wedding
and i assured all the family
that i'd beat his ass,
i did it purely
in the name of
love.

everything is dead and has happened already,
i am a reluctant diarist
it's true, i think, there is no future in poetry

if i should die before you do

When
you wake up
from death,
you will find yourself
in my arms,
and
I will be
kissing you,
and
I
will be crying.

the trash is collected at five a.m.
everything on the curbs of our streets is useless this early
none of it will be there when we wake
gone with the dreams and the mistresses
another solitary morning walk.
even I feel useless this early.

twenty-nine dead flies in the bottom of my window sill.
how many men die on the prison’s fence?

When I was very young, probably actually too young to remember, I could fly. It’s true, at least if you believe my mother, which I do. She said she used to put me in the crib and go to the kitchen to heat a bottle and when she came back she would have to coax me down from the ceiling by wiggling the bottle back and forth while singing lullabies. ( Read more... )

you know what i hate, when people without kids hear that angela and i are having a child decide it is their duty to inform me of over-population and how selfish we are for making a child. you know what, if i hear one more fuckhead say that i will make it an even swap and drive our truck over their fucking empty heads ( Read more... )