after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

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

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit

for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors

a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live

now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too

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

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