Category Archives: poems

look back, Myrtle   a hot and hot fish club old Carolina’s on your mind All Saints could spice it up whatever was on the line a bevy of colorful coots gourmet food lore epicurean pursuits strong drinks, fires festive times for Parish esquires … Continue reading →

she gave me red bongos for beating hearts day she stoked my rhythm fire, the beatniks just might say now I’ve grown a tiki head terrific with thick quad eyes and pharaoh whiskers all beats beatific slapping rawhide smooth sound … Continue reading →

a sink full of dishes two weeks old soapy water is soapy slime dirty laundry overflows on the floor of wasted time how often do you change your sheets? about once a month, I chime she— she saved me from my … Continue reading →

one point away from the fishes   bottom of nine two gone— the catcher’s sign my goodbye song   curveball, low inside the plate swing and a miss, Joe same old fate game over, son scoreboard’s a wreck the fun is … Continue reading →

my cobalt skies smell moist the wet sun is gold lamé lapis lazuli liquifies Tiffany’s and Fabergé   diamonds fall in dollop drops from sunshower opal necklaces sexy splashing sapphires manufacture mercury muddled quick silver puddled oily parking lot pools at my … Continue reading →

Hank is rank he’s tanked and he’s cranked   listen to the rants and raves barfly snippets he’s gotta save writing out the biting waves I cry, I laugh, and more I crave   a pint of the you know gets the juices to … Continue reading →

tacky Jackie is all camo whacky   is fighting fabric fabulous? or olive drab, a mottled mess? this hunter man in field dress grassy tan, all fragrantless— let’s shoot a deer or go to the theater   cap and shirt and vest and pants jacket … Continue reading →

the gods must be baking ’cause they’re sifting icing sugar down on St. Albert town’s bundt cakes of blanco so let’s grab a slice of the lumen ice micro our mega dessert, so white   marshmallow puffs white power tufts of … Continue reading →

Big Chuck Buk is at The Drake he’s supposed to read some poems he’s drinking beers and smoking anti-social maybe he popped some pills to fortify for focus a buzz is the barometer of his bravado— the words came from … Continue reading →