Wednesday, May 23, 2018


No one paid attention anymore,

because even fun had been manufactured,
and broken down,
and built up,
and torn down,

time and again,
and again,
and again,

until all sense of time was gone,

Monday, May 21, 2018

How did that get there?

Or here---
or there,

how did it get there?

tell me,

let me know---

put it in a memo,
so I can never,
ever get back to you

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Blue Lender

He'd lose interest,
like they all do,
like I do,

and then they would tell me that I was a pessimist,
and I would agree with them,
but only so they would start thinking I understood optimism,
if that makes sense,

which it does,

and neither of us would form lasting opinions,
because we believed in disappointment more than anything else,
at least that it lasts,

or that it's the only thing we can count on,

for now,

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Well Rounded

That was my stencil,
my boundary,
my outline,
my lack of imagination,

your tracing paper,
your enabling,
your lack of incentive,

those were a lot of things,
a lot of things that didn't necessarily stand for any of this,

but they were shapely,
ready to shape things we didn't think needed shaping,

any of it,
all of it,
none of it---

Friday, May 18, 2018

Muse VII

It was never enough,

even I knew that—

Ledge Lier

Snug as a bug,

and if I talked about this,
you would worry less,
but why should I do anything for that reason,

and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to say any of this out loud,
and even if you were something,
you were just something else,

I suppose I am too,
at this point—

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Blue Tile and a Handcloth


in the middle,
in the middle of the two of us,
and a flame,
and s matchbook,
and everything for kindling,
and everything for nonsense,

it was a spark plug,
and that was a sink—


Stop eating my teeth,

my fingers,
I mean,

It’s tough enough without any of this,
without you,
you were nothing much,
but I made you more than any of this,

and for the life of me,
I couldn’t figure out why—

and I didn’t want to,

I was tired again,
and again,
and over again—

Tuesday, May 15, 2018


It was my aria,

and I meant it when I asked you to pipe down,
to take off,
to get it together,

I meant it all—

Sunday, May 13, 2018



what a difference an hour makes,
or a conscience,
or a spine,

that’s it—

Insurance Policy

I think it’s more this,
more than that anyway,

more than my pessimism,
more than a downward facing arrow,

like I said,
more than this—