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Spooky winds. Weeping sirens. Last call’s ahead On my horizon. Lying in the street dead, This cat’s no lion. I can’t get out of bed. I...

We had just arrived back into town from the desert where the air still got somewhat chilly at night — dreary journeys filled with tears...

Endless rows of spines tattooed proudly with titles of whimsical worlds ablaze with greatest regret, pompous triumph, afternoons when the...

My love, wild rose, Distant & spiritually spent From narcotic iniquity Every time I see those bell jars for eyeballs; The indignity of a...

(featured in the December 2019 special poetry edition of The Write Launch) Here they come… on they go… One by one… in a row… misanthropic...

(featured in the February 2021 issue of The Deal Mule School of Southern Literature) My dogs are beyond barking, Reduced to a starved...

12am. An owl hoo-hoo-hoots from a limb in the distance. Dogs howl on a whim w/ lonesome persistence. Dull street lamps cue a promenade of...

Another damn Sunday Stiff and dry as a turd, So I guess I’ll just drink Till the whole world’s blurred. My mind’s on the brink What it...

O you recherché fleece of peace, You sapphire snug in the brain, Why of all mankind’s desire Yours is the hardest to retain? In dreamy...

Laying alone along the esplanade, Sprawled like a starfish, cold as a cod, My thoughts’re scattered like a school Of spooked anchovy, &...

(Featured on Humans of the World - humansoftheworld.org Look at me. Look at me. Look. Pick up the phone. Put down the book. Hang my heart...

Eldritch dreams shiver me Awake as Dawn caffeinates The embryotic morning. Right on cue’s the hustle & bustle of the city in Mechanical...

E’ery now and again When my noggin’s sick & its fog‘s most thick W/ a furrowed brow I stumble Across a musky ol’ box Of memories, and...

Sometimes, more so than often, I feel I’m but a moon at noon, That somber rump dumb & forgotten that shows no oomph… or even too like a...

Just a junk planet paperball crumpled & tossed t’tumble through space: A cosmic cavity home t’tragedy — the ecological holocaust of the...

Currently to you my spirit’s pathetic — Simply too sweet, too sympathetic, But it’s when we grow older, And Time’s hourglass dwindles;...

I want t’chop off the dreadlocks of Fate & use ‘em t’maybe try ‘n’ lasso me an angel, a soulmate T’nuzzle & snuggle, jugglin’ any...

”Wild child, full of grace, Savior of the human race.” – Jim Morrison Amy Winehouse. London born bibulous blue-eyed bouffant babe Like a...

I Friday. Blasé vibes. Sittin’ snug as a ladybug On a sticky city busstop bench ‘neath a soggy-eyed sky; Sniffin’ the awkward stench Of...

You can kiss my cheek, thinkin’ you’re sleek, but nevermore, sincerity from you I’ll seek. I’ve learned to recognize the sorcery swirling...