Category: poetry

  • Slow

    He runs and pisses in his pants Scared off by the coach’s warning yell For he was lead into the girl’s gym By a devil with a wide grin   The girls did not know his mind ran slow With a spirit running along fields of daffodils in Springtime Smiling like Mary Shelly’s child Naive…

  • Pocket Full of Sin

    I tried to make my sisters cry When I told them Santa was a lie. My Parents were annoyed and angry.     I was annoyed and angry That they shielded the younger kids from the truth, But somehow I was old enough to let the cat out of the bag.   You see, I…

  • Migration

    I am gradually in the process of migration.  For sometime I have been using Facebook Notes as a blog, but it was inefficient and slow to load.  I am gradually moving things over bit by bit, so things here may be a little redundant to my Facebook buddies who actually took time to read any…

  • Wordsmiths

    These last few weeks I have been exploring a world where words become characters themselves, playing out a narrative in a variety of unrelated pieces.  It’s hard to to explain with my own words, and I feel I cannot do it justice. It’s funny, I have been writing this narrative in my head for several…

  • The Pathology of Untruth

    It’s enough to be lied to by the president.  It’s enough to be lied to by your administration. It’s enough to be lied to by the director of your university’s labor relations.  What I cannot stand is to be lied to by a friend or coworker, especially one you have to see almost every day.…

  • Home Again

    Vacation is a remarkable prescription, stirring up the spirit and getting the blood circulating again.  I feel more alive when I choose to get lost instead of feeling lost. It was great to unplug from the news, which fed on the train wreck of a reality show president.  The pig with lipstick has done so…

  • Daddy Lolo

    I knew him as Daddy Lolo.  He was my protector. He was my world.  When I was a few years old we he would carry me on his back as he wandered about the streets.  He would take me into the bars, and all eyes would fall on him. Everyone knew who he was. “Do…

  • Up

    A year ago, when I fell into this horrible hole, I got myself out through a lot of meditation and distractions.  When I realized that nothing had changed since then, I fell back in.  Waking up this morning, I am filled with the drive to change my outlook once again.  Although I am stuck in an…

  • I See

    I see a world where dog eats dog And sheep are led over jagged cliffs by shepherds blind I see wilting saints cry evil names God is insane I see the golden rule transfigured Into lie, cheat, kill thy neighbors and covet their bitches I see leads fly at ten o’clock Do you know where…