Saturday, November 21, 2015


for carolyn, wearing the crown of pain

on the other side of the continent
in the wrong part of the year,
bleeding ice-cold sunlight and
thinking about st maria and last blurry
fucked up days of dennis Wilson

waiting for the children to run away

waiting for judas and his
latest girlfriend and when he finally arrives
he brings a copy of exile on main st
and a bottle of wine

smiles and says the
brightest days are behind us

knows in his heart that there is no
end in this world to the list of
things not worth dying for

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

100 years

were breathing crystal meth out in
the parking lot behind kmart and she was
                        laughing in the heat she was
                        sweating pure bliss said
                        i had to kiss her feet said
                        i had to lick her wounds
                         said god was truly dead and
                         on that much
                         we agreed

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

the child, cut in two

not the dying man
but his reasons

his hands
which are grabbing

which are empty and so
what would you
fill them with?

the bones of his children
is an obvious answer
so look past it

reinvent the circle
if you have to

build a better bomb

we have been in this desert
too long now and eating
nothing but the dreams
of the starving

we have been bleeding
for as long as we can
remember but

every day brings us
closer to a darker age

every war is the one
that cannot be lost

this is what we tell the
widows as
we undress them




Tuesday, November 10, 2015

poem for all of the editors who've written to tell me how much they hate poems about writing poetry

and i don't believe in god
and i have no use for poets

have no use for wars
or for any of the ways that
words fail us

think about silence

think about the idea of
rape camps

about the reality
the way the human mind
turns concepts
into butchered bodies

and even on days where
i breathe nothing but
pale blue sunlight
i refuse to let go
of my hatreds

i refuse to act on them

which of these
would you define as