Poem of the night & Audio Poem of the Night:

January 24, 2012

you’re an animal

 you’re an animal, it’s not your fault

things make you mad

your mood shifts

and then

you begin to hate

the people at the baseball game smiling – piss you off

the couples walking and laughing – make you sick

your brow is low

and your muscles are tight

eyes dash scanning for starved,

fevered sights

to hate upon

you don’t want to join them

you don’t want to feel better

you don’t want to dance

you don’t want anything other then to exist in this world by

your God damned schematics

you’re an animal, it’s not your fault

so

lick your canines

and growl at me

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From the book: Biting Lightening, Bloody Mary available here.

 A Fight In New Orleans
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Evening Poems…or two poems and a thought.

January 5, 2012

The Two Poems:

the lazy lover

“then strike me down

blade out my heart

if I am not to find my love,

if I am to live in this world without her”

the young man screamed to the world

so the world sent a young woman

she approached him calmly

she unsheathed a blade

touched his shoulder

and cut out his

heart

and said

“if you are not man enough

to wait, to search,

to find me

and save me

from the loveless world you speak of

then you

do deserve

to be stricken down

you

with all your

cheap moaning”

the wolf & the sleeping deer 

some women like a rough man

they like the feeling

that the wolf only allows the deer

to sleep by him

both knowing

he could

eat her

at any time

The Thought:

Better to be foolish from happiness than foolish from unhappiness.

From the book, Let The Poets Come & Stop Me.

Poem of the Day: Boston

December 31, 2011

Boston

when I travel

people ask me what it’s like to be from Boston

well, I would describe it as

after working a twelve hour hard shift plus commute,

to trying to park your car for an hour

but the only spot available is a handicapped space

or a loading zone

or an entire block is blocked off for construction

then you see someone pulling out, but they’re really pulling in

then it’s valet

then it’s resident

then it’s too small

then it’s okay, but at 5 AM it isn’t anymore

then you see one

a real one

but that’s not one

but wait there’s one

but when you pull into it,

you don’t get happy

you just glare at it

cause everyone

and everything

is against you

The above poem Boston is from the book Biting Lightening, Bloody Mary available here and at interpunk.com.

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