Thursday, January 31, 2019

Days Before the Poetry Launch

You can
tell me you care
by giving me a
fight. So many
Gentle words,
as if  I
really met you
have lightened the
space between us,
for grinding cold weeks.
I tire of pretending to be
on virtual knees.
You can only
buy a token,
lend an eye,
a finger press.
I hold the flesh
Of accumulation.
I collected
and bear it.
I have paid the fee.

Sunday, January 27, 2019

The Importance of Language

I am a criminal
with secrets and
murders in my past.
The one thing I wish for
as they sit me down amid the
white washed cinder blocks
is to make
an interesting confession.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

Making a Difference Dream

How did I get to be chairman?
That's what they all asked
And I rushed around
forgetting to
introduce myself.
There was no one to
take notes so I
began scribbling
logic on scraps.
They were all
about to leave
when I said something
rational and wrote a
line which kept them
at their desks,
in their cubby offices
or at the table
(I can't recall).
I just knew I'd be back.
I wrote lines
about water system improvement and
when I awoke
I worried where I
left the paper.

Friday, January 18, 2019

New ChapBook "The Effectiveness of Goodbye"

42 pages January 2018

Thursday, January 17, 2019

What They Really Say

If I had said goodbye
she would have smiled
enough of you
would have been in her heart.
She would have looked
through me
and past me.
Enough would have been
right near the edge of her speech.
If I had said goodbye
the visions of
everything we had shared
would have been
carved out like the
shell of consumed turkey
after a dead holiday.
Where I'm going
you can't come
enough, a happy anger
would have been in her heart.
There wasn't enough love.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Five Minute Date

Hello Gypsy.
I'm Dave,
always 46
sideburns with
a touch of gray.
Do you like it?
I have a
dimple in my

cheek, left over
from my chubby days.
I know how to
smile, controlled
letting the smile
I own my face

Sunday, January 13, 2019

Reading Three Books Invitation to You

Saturday, January 12, 2019

The Unwanted Offspring

When he birthed
the new baby book
that mewed and puked
in the city air
she could frighten you.
And the infant
pushed at her sides crying
give me room, move a little
but they refused. The senior books
sang with voices loud and clear.
He nursed his book
and hoped for her.
He paid for every breath she took,
crushed as she was
on little girl shelf.
They were fast to hide her,
mask her, existence is a privilege they said.
A baby book is
an imposition, not a contribution.
She strangled in a box.
It was an unattended funeral.

Friday, January 11, 2019

Strange Moses-Like Dream

I know already
don't have to wait.
Told that I can
order one to
plan in advance
but a service
brought it to me,
already done.
I saw myself
sprawled out
on the floor,
sprawled on the floor.
I tried to elaborate
putting women
in the picture
to make it erotic
as I usually do
but it ended
too soon.

Sunday, January 06, 2019

New Chapbook

39 pages. Self-printed. Stapled $5. Let me know if you want one.

Saturday, January 05, 2019

Names Magnified by Dreams

Your name
is a bright spot
in my imagination,
a center of
pleasure currents
like the flow of magnets.
When I arrive at
the dull plak of morning
Something of your name
radiates from iridescent
memory. I lie
here in the night
ready for judgement.
I may as well be awake
when you won't lend me
the joy of your name.

Tuesday, January 01, 2019

When You Don't Answer Me

It's a special
hurt when the
distortion that brings us
into kinship at last
feels distasteful to you.
You get clean.
When I am still sullied by it,
Apparent love
grown out of
ugliness shared
cannot survive.