This Is the World We Live in Tomorrow

This Is the World We Live in Tomorrow

  Before you enter this run- down house, drink caffeine. As you approach, ignore baseball-busted window on second floor— you’ll never leave first. Follow creaky path down dank hall to third door, the only room with blue lights dimmed. Take a seat before the...
After Dark

After Dark

  Steel on stone Hydraulic hammers Artillery like Shake the ground, Pulverising Architecture Of past decades Too expensive For renovation, Too difficult To incorporate The requirements Of a rule riddled, Risk adverse society, Lacking taste, Lacking time;...
Infidelity: A Nightmare

Infidelity: A Nightmare

  The wife did shrill toneless wail some faceless image We talked of breastfeeding and when the milk was gone a red water came through or the juice of a tomato strained through her bitter teeth A crowd convened to discuss my influences of understudied poets and...
A Worn Mattress

A Worn Mattress

  What care you where he seeks to lay his head Only the imprint of a man remains Restrained, restricted, weighted down with chains In that space alongside you on the bed; At least he is living that once was dead His few losses are far offset by gains For he no...
Compulsion

Compulsion

  You will run back into burning buildings, of course you will, despite all the pleas not to- you will feel your skin shrink into itself as you breathe in the heat, your lungs will protest against the anger in the air, they will beg you to stop, to turn around,...
The True Poet

The True Poet

  the true poet knows words are second to action weaker than blood spilled on the battleground of human rights and dignity the true poet carries the blood of the people in his veins he doesn’t speak in a rambling dialect but in short sentences he does not...
I Like Kenny G

I Like Kenny G

  There. I’ve said it And if that makes me whiter than Wonder Bread So be it. His music takes me back To a brief time when I was happy, To someone who made me happy. Don’t tell my black friends Or I won’t have any Or my musician friend Who plays “real” jazz,...
Depth

Depth

  Indescribable depth of pain As she defines a new horizon This uncertain home lacks Cats and comfortable beds   19 years, unbridled joy As she flashed That “always” smile In summer solstice sun Or while dancing in the rain Nights I slept on her floor As she...
My Burdens

My Burdens

    Do you remember that time when we got lost camping in the mountains? When I asked if your pack was heavy, you assured me it wasn’t You used our last ace bandage to tie a nice tight brace Around the cotton you used to clean a small cut I received when I...
Woman on the Balcony

Woman on the Balcony

  two three times a week I see her sitting on the balcony when weather permits here in old Italy town in what is left of North Beach her robe slightly parted she thumbs through the pages of a book, takes no notice of the people coming and going down below she...