MY 10 COMMANDMENTS OF POETRY

1. It don’t matter what it meant when I wrote it; what does it mean to you. 2. Never force the poem, never deny the poem 3. Be wary of cliques and groups. Artists are fucking weird. 4. There is no such thing as writer’s block. That’s just processing time. Refer to rule #2 5.…

ENTROPY

Entropy is where hope floats in the ether of dreaming are answers to questions unasked Solutions that would drive madness to your brink of self supposed consciousness Moral compass twisted in strange currents of magnetic electric eldritch appeal Two handfuls of copper hammered into the earth to try and stay grounded while synapse misfire launch-buttons…

DOING BUSINESS

“The begging and pleading Don’t mean nothing To me Ya gotta understand This is just business And business is good” The heavy slap of his fist Into a smart mouth Me getting change for a dollar The OldMan stuffing the junkie Into a dryer “Ya got my money now motherfucker?” …heard behind the closed doors…

A DAUGHTER DONE GROWN UP

A DAUGHTER DONE GROWN UP My little girl Is growing up Yesterday Her blankets Were BatMan and Robin Today Her room Looks like A young woman’s apartment Everything in its place All the childhood things Put away in keepsake boxes Under the bed. I miss the Wolverine poster That anchored one side of your room…

NOUN

His name is now a noun In his own head He’s been busy So very busy Reading his own press Been writing the stories for you to tell You tell them so very well Look at how his head swells Look at him drunk again On stage Stumble bum through the words And everyone Applauds…

JUMP THE MOON

Cashing in On yesterday’s pain Like a bag full of empty beer cans Turn them in For cash back Recycling The Needle and the Spoon Met up with the Candle at high noon And no one Saw them Jump the Moon All the King’s men And all the kings horses All went around the bend…