And the tide still rolls in storm-waters,and the froth still washes away.Rage can rage, will rage,but moments the sky is divine,and the wind is right,and there ain’t no warpath to stop a folk from lookin’ up,‘n remembering the wonder.
Post Type Archives: Poems
An Exchange of Love-Poems: Translated (2013)
I. : With Love: Piss and vinegar; piss and vinegar is the reason I fell in love with you. You screaming to the pool boy about this cheap-ass wine he sold you, while your pulsing garter snake is turning the water around your waist a telling shade of purple. Piss and god-damn vinegar. And I …
An Admission. (2013)
I’m saying this,Not as an invitation to you,But an admission to myself,If you ever want to fuck me over,Whiskey is the answer.
American Poetics (2014)
Poetry is not the thesaurus in your hand,it’s not the “magic” in your heart,it’s not in what you drink,how you act,who you are,what you do with your life.It’s words on a page.Being a poet isn’t any different than being a person.Being a good poet isn’t any different than being a good person.A good person doesn’t …
all kinds (2013)
heartbroke ‘n saddle sore, now you tell me if this tellin’ gets old,you stepped troubles first on California soil. ‘n you tell me, how was that first sunset, you see the sun kissin’ itself in the water, you find any sort of release? or are you some big dumb firework of a man, all fuckin’ …
$ almight $ almight $ almighty (2014)
Would you buy a poem from me?And this isn’t a question that’s figurative,this ain’t some rhetorical,‘cause I’m achin’ at the Satisfaction them Rollin’ Stones is croonin’,I’m in ‘n out ‘n day ‘n night workin’ in the feild I love,doin’ the work I don’t,‘n I got all this time devoted to this art,‘n some days, …
All I Can Say Is That I Moved A Lot (2015)
When we were a we at all,full of faces who no longer have names in my memory,we broke through a chain link fence to throw empty gallon jugs at highway traffic. Behind us stood an old and gnarled tree,and every time I re-read Waiting For Godot,it’s all I can see,that knobbed hillside,that twisted oak,and miles …
all apologies. (2014)
Ever get so involved in whatever that the rest of it fades from view?the day to day is so day to day,that the weeks ‘n months can’t be seen for the hours,it ain’t unimportant,but still– –but still I forget. you ever get that hum to you?that bee-line buzz in your lips?
Alaskan Reduction With Red Wine (2015)
A piano takes up sky diving rather unexpectedly.Understandably vexed by the whole situation,it’s doing its best to get your attention. But not before the concrete plays that final chord. creaking leather ‘n mistin’ breath, the exertion burn ain’t improved by the cold, ‘n the sun’s setting fast as it will. Favorite scene in …
Ahab (2013)
In the silence whale sized shapes crest in and out of the darkness beyond the scope of headlights,there are places to go and responsibilities to fill,but the madness of Ahab is far, far, from dead. chasing destruction or running from powerlessness, I doubt even he knew.Of course, Melville dedicated it to Hawthorne,but he didn’t read …
