The tower of Babel
was destined to fall
not because of the
wrath of God,
but the hatred

I grew up staring starry-eyed at t
of healthier men walking out of do
head held high while I kept their
It wasn’t something to really envy
and a fine nights sleep. No family

A cockroach died of starvation in
Slightly annoyed as I laced my mu
to go outside and find my way to t
steal some coffee from a bank befo
I dropped my American Eagle key o

Anger was beef,
and chickens were too,
and I wasn’t hungry,
at least not anymore.
And a four-score speech

Lurid music
dripping about
starts softly
then crescendos
into something

I remember the tired streetlights
that emitted their hazy glow,
discoloring the grass in the park.
I remember the playful screams
of my fast rambunctious friends,

It is a good thing
to have words
melted at the sunset.
Beyond sense,
sybaritic,

I really wanted to die
underneath that heavenly blue sky,
and leave behind the tensions and
and float upwards and away from th
No longer called a buffoon,

There it is again,
that weird, translucent
awareness suddenly felt when
sitting directly opposite from som
in a small, non-intimate room.

The lapel of my jacket held its wa
as I walked down the daring, dark
I couldn’t spell my own defeat
as the passions of my vengeance un
Like a knight fighting for vain gl

I sat in a lowly lit room
in a harsh winter night,
fallen into a sense of despair
and feeling brutalized
by life.

The quiet hum,
perpetual ticking
of the large grey
soda fountain in the lobby
is the only sound I hear now.

“You gotta let your poems sing, ma
the old poet said.
His red ball cap perched atop his
like a lonely old moment of youth,
covering a mind alive with creativ

The rapture had finally hit,
as the music in this stadium
rocks the beat and pulsates
like a living creature ready to bu
My friends and I are celebrated i

Menacing clouds break thunder
with three snaps, and
the clock down the hall
strikes three chords
in the hallowed night.

The stars above us
live gigantic lives,
and they allow us
a shimmering glimpse
in the eve of every night.

I’m grateful.
Grateful for the words I breathe.
For the times I’ve lived and, in
for the greatness of the moments a
I’m grateful

I am in the city of dead arisen,
surrounded by saints and sinners;
some safer in cars, cardboard pack
in halcyon piles to suffocate the
For others, houses blow in the win

Lines of them there.
People in a crowd,
hundreds of them.
An outdoor concert, vibrations
pulsating the air, inviting the hu

You must be you. Truly.
Inner truth, intuition, unrepentan
that sings the songs of days for d
I will hear that greatness, let us
Rising to the world,

Inside the gas station’s
public restroom
was an interesting looking old coo
that caught me off guard.
He was wearing a heart-shaped eye

Little black rocks dotted the side
as I held my gaze down there.
What was I doing here...
almost crippled by fear
No, I’m doing this.

Today was a peculiar day
I walked down from my apartment
and received a letter from a Samoa
who gave me a smile and a handshak
calling me by name.

Seemingly inspirational,
apparitions
of the unconscious mind,
perhaps signals
of inherited and

In this moment, I am tired.
Dare to stay exhausted?
Tonight - inspired-
yet I’m tired, off to bed.
Don't sleep, be free.

The language I live in
is a playground
of excessive expression.
Fitted to the guiles of love
and the rascal finishes

At first, I was the reveling masq
In a dozen wanton nights,
with a lack of fright for social a
I sought to receive.
I sought to breath

Strength of the mighty ocean
couldn’t calm existence the pressu
nor violence by which we all measu
Sometimes the only definition of m
Like crossing the Rubicon,

Rock 'n’ Roll kept me up nights
until the morning lights of the ne
became battered reminders of accos
that threw itself on my near-awake
Scrreeeeccchhhh! Long, Angry Yel

The rain was not refreshing.
we waited and waited
on those barren, thirsty
desert hills.
But no rain came.

I’m surrounded by broken things–
red dust deposits in the windowsil
chipped mugs, clamped keys, worn o
a matted rug, drained vase and dyi
dead water and the rising smoke fr

I shall make for me
some natural herb tea,
my unquestioning remedy,
for what, to me, remains elusive..
a good night’s sleep.

This little book of rhyme
holds captive my heart.
No, my mind’s the real upstart.
Credit to my heart’s a crime.
Desperation took the real blow

There was a joke I was going to w
I don’t know,
I’m not following the show,
nor do I really understand the rul
Just another sensation

We shoot for superiority.
The best of the idea,
the winning match and set
game for the domination.
I, with masculine energy,

I view death as my friend.
Sitting on my bed, playing
a guitar like a silent weeping wom
who has just lost a child.
I view life as a mustard seed.