smile bright 

god is sunshine

melting laughter

out the gutter 

something right 

weak hands 

kisses, hugs

keeping straight faced

getting high 

rolling circles 

round my cuboid 

you’re not a big drinker 

and I get so serious 

don’t know what time it was 

lookin’ so perfect 

high hopes

though there’s fire 

burning in the distance 

forever after 

doesn’t exist 


baby spin it 


like the first time 

like the last time 

right now 

right now we got sunshine 

god is light reflecting

off your eyes 


money grow hard
cold and straight
hard eyed
thick doobie to your lips
green buds like hey
good morning
drip while I make
another bacon and egg sandwich and
good morning
silk flowing from my nostrils
mountain martian station
mind wanders to children
of the corn and shining
Jack-like eyes streaming through
slammed in jaded doorways
perception is stalks I
grow alone and bold
strong and full of colour
no shame, no promise
when you can’t allow the sight
of hot eyes or hear sighs
groping yelps while I hold my thighs
I tossed my wallet like my self
my esteem was the only thing
that didn’t make me animal
if you think this is treason
I’ll throw up my thumb
a Kerouac white flag a
sigh you won’t hear
I’m just a messenger
life’s still a bitch
no matter how pretty
you might think her face is

Pretty Little Thing


I don’t think I’m precious. Not much beyond dancing dirt buzzing with animistic instincts. Sometimes the gaping scream inside, it gets too wide. The dark empty. The void. The dance between everything has meaning and nothing really fucking matters.

I’ve drifted here. To have this now.

Ironic, it’s a game. My body is merely a play thing. My thoughts are only to entertain. Dungeons and Dragons, no guide book, no master.  Trotting around on this spinning sphere. Like it means something, like I’m lucky. Like I should try. Futile. A quick lightning strike or a car crashing into a bike.

I get why the monks do sand paintings. Then they wipe it all away.
Like writing a poem and letting the wind carry it over a cliff.

It’s silly to think I’m some kind of God or something. That’s far too much power. I want to be like the rabbit or the snake. I want to just lay in the sun because it feels good. It’s only slaughter, I’m only a liar. It’s only love.

I just wanted to tell you that you’re really special to me.
But nothing lasts forever. It changes like the weather.

And while I’m here. Just for this very brief moment. I’ll allow myself to just be. Breathe.
The urgency, set it free.