Category: Poetry

You are hyperbole. I do not understand how you do it, wake up every day and face the world, when you know that you are a caricature, you are the Wizard of Oz, you stand in front of a funhouse mirror. This isn’t an accusation, this is fact. You use borrowed words and recycled ideas …

She was sad        and fat She was not what I expected               when I opened the front door of the apartment I was renting in the city Yes, I had said I wanted something new        something not many people asked for and she was certainly that               in all of her sad, fat glory. I told her …

if i could only hold your face in my hands one more time, trace your lips with the tip of my finger or feel your breath on my cheek, the sound of your voice causing my heart to race and time to stop, our bodies pressed tight, embracing eachother loving each other.

Society says   “Do not cage them” But my sanity says louder   “Lock them up” The noise is like water dripping on my face. Never enough to wash it clean just enough to drive me crazy. The caring The feeding The clothing The cleaning Their needs before yours? Their lives in you hands? Their future yours …

The day begins…    with a new mother     feeding a crying infant     in the freshly born sunlight. The day begins…     around a pot of coffee     and a fresh newspaper. His day begins…     with a longing glance at a     pillow left untouched. These days begin…     with the sun high and …

You want your Bible, I want my sanity. God is your pill, your drug to make the sky blue and the heavens bright, at the cost of your clarity, your peace of mind, my piece of mind sees the smoke and the mirrors. Logic fails God, reason fails religion and those failures are your convictions, …

A man sits looking out a window. He sits in a chair. The window sits in a wall. Looking out the window he sees a yard full of green grass with trees casting shadows and beyond, a street. But as he stares out at the world, all he can see are scenes from their past, …

She sits drinks her drink sees the table beneath her empty glass remembers the day when her glass was never empty She sits wishes for another chance at the youth she wasted chasing attention down dark alleys mornings spent trying to piece together the night She sits feeling something something different and new she cannot …

She dyed her hair again, as if red would chase away the memory of his touch that dark night in the park. A fountain throws water high up into the sky, I imagine it evaporating before it falls back down to join the rest of its self. The water mixes with my thoughts, high in …

obscene gesticulations mechanical revelations profane observations      and you were right at home blackened eye bruised thigh anguished cry      still you came for me sleepless nights passionate fights surrendered rights      everything you ever asked for consensual abuse emotional misuse pain let loose      the answers that you sought forcing you to stand your ground discarding every excuse …