Abnormal. Flawed. Marked. An O with a peg-leg stepping awkwardly through words often needing U to do the talking. Neither the front nor the back, not even the middle. Caught between two sentinels. Blame his cursed childhood in front of the nymph of P. Getting the cold shoulder from the...
Poetry
After eating the apple Eve invented the knife She held it against Adam’s throat, close to the jugular, point drawing blood. She forced him to eat of the fruit. So he would know. So he could understand her. The cursed fruit got stuck in Adam’s throat Try as he might...
The morning tickles the clouds with light. Grey from black, white laughter from grey. The noise of it wakes him. She remains asleep, oblivious. He wakes her, taking ideas from the morning.
Most patrons of the westbound Metro are trapped, imprisoned, in their own bubble of music. The angel and demon on their shoulders have grown bored, replaced by two slugs whispering in their ears with plastic slime. If I could listen to those shrill voices singing inloud, stick my head in...
Jesus invented Euchre He taught his disciples the rules: The Jacks take all, seperate but the same. The Ace is one. Earthly King is third. 12 disciples, 3 tables. Phillip and Peter worked well together. Simon marked the cards. Judas liked Farmer’s Hand. Going under the table for better. No...
He brings luggage to class All of our papers and tests Neatly packed as if Differential Equations Was a vacation He lies on a lawn chair, surrounded By warm ignorance and the waves of dry erasing. He moves slowly, enjoying the moments between Note taking and understanding.
Satan does, and they?re loaded. spilled in felt pews. Entertained by acolytes. One drink minimum, blood wine. Worshipping the donation plate. Paying for God luck, pure love, and manna from the Holy Mother Where is this jackpot? Take the bet on blasphemy: Under her robes, Unchecked since Christmas Spin the...
Lets find true love And wait for it Beside Austin?s Townlake Lets screw the plane And jump from it Admiring the farm quilt below. Lets tattoo the tale On our inner lip Pain for permanence. Lets try for hope And damn the risks Of a door slammed in our face....
Languid, a liquid cat in no hurry To move. Perfectly poised to drip Among thoughts with cautious, Toe in puddle steps. A gurgling purr flowing around shins Of neurons. This rapture brings glances, Attention. A rising swell. Focus Builds into white caps. Wave crashing, smashing the cat Into non-existence. The...