Let It All Fray

Through the windowpane the ash melts the cellophane yellow stained knuckles odorous of genteel despair the head meets the pavement in the dead of night the moths dance in halos of orange and blue streetlights stained the facades of elm trees look black violet and pink frayed the mind dissolves like a fractured web fragments … Continue reading Let It All Fray


« Serenity fell upon »

the trees hush as they come forth ... Serenity fell upon The bare Carcasses of Bark Spouting verdant Paragons Stained with satin Watermark Of lush and bright cherry Hues And sunrise Greens born anew. This peace allots the dew to sleep Upon the wee heads of lawns That furnish softness to steep The gallant song … Continue reading « Serenity fell upon »

Beat Kid

Beat kid ... Mr. Momotaro has cat hair in his msg and kingpin Larry still fingers Lisle's lanes. Morton salts his neighbor's daughter's driveway while Ray McDonald McGangbangs the ratchet way. Old Wooly Woodridge scarfs incandescents up his ass full of baking soda and cocaine. Fulbright got a second look from Forbes while they sat … Continue reading Beat Kid


A revised epic poem in three parts and an epilogue but not yet finished. Suburbia: A Commentary The sleepy little suburb that I call home; some eighteen miles from the heart of America; with ornately diseased elms like the children cared about the superficially decadent and loosely rooted history. The sleepy little suburb is constantly … Continue reading Exodus