Living in the city is like, Not living. Bodies beaten and blown, As if by a blizzard, Swerve, stumble and slam against e…

Nobody loves you. They say that they love you. Love you. Love you. But you can’t hear!

Honour yourself with all your hear… LGBT may be your homies but neve… If people are offended by who you… There is nothing straight acting a… There is nothing masculine or femi…

Christmas may be merry, Or then it may be not. It may be filled with loss and mis… People who’re not there and wishin… They were.

I cannot begin To capture my Love for you In prose or Haiku

I do not believe the soul goes on… Ordinary, small, events of chaotic… A butterfly here, a feather there,… Insignificant. That I think this way, does not m…

When life was young we ran with th… Voice of the vortex shouting in ou… Our arms spread wide, coat edges e… Our hair ran in rivulets riding th… Joy, fear, fire in our veins as ob…

I wanted to drink it, I drank it, It’s drunk. I wanted to sink it, I sank it,

I don’t do drugs, I don’t do sex. I don’t like hugs, I don’t like pecs. I don’t do dunes or nudey beach.

Oh I waited for you once in a whi… Kicking my blue sandalled toes aga… Regardless of the scuff. You were busy. I was an accessory.

Creative genius, (I’ve heard it said,) Is nurtured in the madman’s head. His ups and downs, Frequent mistakes,

I threw all my poems into the bin When I was young, I’d studied the way of the human p… By Freud and Jung. I felt they would make me feel

“What is it?” (A baby of course,) “Oh it’s a boy.” And as you slapped on to mothers t… Like a wet fish,