he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart

on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

she broke up with him because he broke her oscillating f… on a 107 degree day in the Texas s… with one angry punch he destroyed the fan

i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show

she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…

i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…