Category Archives: poems

babycanyou… brew me some tea? babycanyou… massage my feet? babycanyou… make me some toast? pleeeeeeease, baby-baby… I love you the most   babycanyou… make me a decaf? babycanyou… oh baby, don’t laugh babycanyou… look what you’ll get pleeeeeeease, baby-baby… I love you, my … Continue reading →

Halo 4 on xbox 360 PlayStation 3 Nintendo to Wii really don’t mean jack-50 to the inner child in me   this gameBoy’s not dead my console’s hardwired in my head   I see them clear as an X-mas day   Rock ’em Sock … Continue reading →

waa-aa waa-aa waa!     waa waa waa   civil war cannons this town is just abandoned Tuco Ramirez grunts and huh’s? his eyes dart and he warily whuh’s? creeping in through bombed out walls this hotel has rubble in the halls … Continue reading →

I died playing a game didn’t I, Margaret?   gameboards without borders Margaret’s clues collide dirty nights and party slights is Herbert’s homicide   my wounds float on fire bars on her windows and I’m wrapped in barbwire the warning signs were … Continue reading →

the priest gave us a bottle shhhhh Kung Fu Girl is the name but can we thank the Germans for this secret agent dame? is this China wine from the Rhine? or a Riesling plant in Washington State? Father Norman, what’s your take? … Continue reading →

what does Jack know? Jack knows Jack what do I know? I don’t know Jack   I’ve been on a journey or two have I been a leader? a follower mostly and where has it taken me to? I’ve done some things or … Continue reading →

Martinique smuggling boat toss a bottle over the side your wet lips give you away you have and have not   Bogie’s wet lip is a cigarette lisp Harry’s hooded eyes are the big sleepy Bacall’s wet lip is a … Continue reading →

snow falls purely as dead virgin fairies wet-dry wings cold carcass-ings piling up on cold iron whence? accumulating evidence of elemental frozen genocides that lie clean and quiescent in iron countrysides— bent sleeping safe and translucent muffled icy, cryptic ringing this silent … Continue reading →

Big Man on a Little Stick lost surfer, Duke Williams rides a 5 day tsunami to Gilligan’s Island and back— to amnesia   Blue Juice snake barrel Point Break the surf guitar moans Dick Dale’s Del Tones Jan and Dean swerve … Continue reading →

Honus was the Dutch his card’s a pricey job The Sultan of Swat Babe, Bambino Ruth a Georgia Peach, Ty Cobb Gentleman George is third Gorgeous .420 in ’22 Hornsby even better .424, that Rajah dude Gehrig had them next Buster, Iron Horse or … Continue reading →