old poems

I’m a very dignified puker –Blue Lipstick all over the toilet seatThat’s how I like it verytealAlmost turquoise – maybe navy –head spinning and blood boilingLaid out like a 5th graders collageon cool blue tile 5amStumbling wobbling waving Bed Before sunrise I find myself awake.In thoughtdrifting peacefully from hue to hue.Shades shift slightly under myeyelidsbluesupon…

Dying in your dingy apartment, alonescared shitless, pissing yourself. Here we go again, Ada.The smell of Newports, Hennessey, your breath I’m going to be here, working on my novel life, gettingpublished, having a lifefree from youTelling yourself that I am a poorly written SNL skit that everyone has forgotten but you know who the joke…

The night was young, hot-blooded and fun – filled with terror and delight so much so we lost our sight,in the misty 1 am fog of Troy, New York’s relentless cogs turning and turning with our passionate yearning The corner store was our quest and I love’s was our hold where our tales of liquor…

NOTICE: You don’t                                                                 make sure to be precise – care for your trash – care for your recyclables – remember it’s Tuesday wrapping leaves wake you when trash of yours returns visiting in the 5am light of upstate New York                            with his satisfaction and your ribs,                                                                         your ribs,                                                                         your ribs,          break beneath…

(Thunder crashes, Charlie sits downstage left, enter Rosie through the bedroom door)She was quiet like the calm of a storm and took center stage with a raging silence unbeknownst to Charlie. Her eyes like knives — bloodshot and heavy — with very little temptation in their color. (The ceiling collapses revealing a multitude of corpses.…

(Title card fades in. Cut to over the shoulder shot of aclown pissing in a bucket while his wife paints the walls with the lives of better men) Last night my mind racing was like in a filmDon’t buy into It. Yes It. No, notIT, but It.That Pulp Fiction Limitless belief inSixth Sense that you…

An empty suitcase I am leaving in the middle of nowhereSits firmly in the sand of a hot desert oasis in Portland.I can’t help but think all the lovers in my life don’t care. I hop on the nearest city bus (a four mile walk) and pay the fareI got a call from work and…

I was on cocaine, bath salts, and pot.Awake in the parking lot of the harbor,my whole corpse shaking like the color yellow -wanting to finally reach my potentialas a person – a human being,kissing the sores on my lips. I miss the stains of your lips,on the rims of my glasses and the potholes all…

I did perhaps find you amidst the stars.In jest we mocked the theatre where we danced.Without a kiss we shut the doors of carsand shared a look more knowing and long. Glanced away from bliss that we both felt. A flameinside our lips and wishing with contentthat we could so break free from chains and…

To washing down my pills with bitter beer!I hope to god the visions will stay clearI seek the comfort of a salt. In spite,of things they say and do I do make lightof dangers or of labels on the box,of black box warnings with a paradoxto things they list or things they missed. I takethem…