I STILL LIKE THE MUSIC THOUGH

On the radio Like a late sixties breeze Crawling King Snake slithers around words The original first generation EMO Shedding skin like life in a Paris bathtub New born as a new age rock god Again “I am the Lizard King, I can do anything” A bored proclamation Born from spirits Trapped ghosts Amber line…

ROBOT

Mad-maxed out In the methadone thunder-dome No one leaves alone Brain gone insane Zeroed out eyes rolled back Watching the monkey climb the back Flying like a drone in a no fly zone Secret cell killing mission Deep behind the enemy lines Of my mind Lifetime high-high-score Higher than ever I know a guy that…

ROLLER COASTER

Back and forth these emotions flow riding along on currents of tears how I wish I could be more like you so sure and confident nothing ever bothering you Novocain heart and cocaine eyes how I wish I could be more like you looking at the world through distant glass lives tumbled beneath you like…

OPEN LETTER TO ANY WHO WILL LISTEN

  See there is a whole other AMERICA   that lies beneath the surface.   everybody likes to talk about it; act as if they know about it;   they like to say what’s wrong with it they like to breed dissent within it; keep us fighting amongst ourselves never looking at what’s going on…

MISS AMERICA

Miss America You were so beautiful So full of promise Beyond words to describe How bad I feel inside Now when I see you Back in the trailer park With your back bent And your knees all dirty Making the rent Happen before The three day pay or quit What happened to you? Where are…

New publications and Tonight’s reading

I am so very happy and proud to announce that three of my poems have been published in two different anthologies! I have two pieces in Gutters & Alleyways, Perspectives on Poverty and Struggle. This bold anthology is edited by Nancy Lynee Woo & Sarah Thursday, and was published by Lucid Moose Lit. The other…

PROVOKE

Everyone wants Provocative Until they get Provoked. Once hurt feelings occur The social moral Hysterical Hypocrisy Inquisition Begins… Now the true dilemma Of provocation Begins it’s consumption To burn at the stake A free thought… Or to die daily In the bondage Of cowardice Till you’ve walked ten Miles in my skin You can’t begin…

HOMETOWN SPUN

Children Eyes hollowed out dark spots Absent of hope just hunger And The anger Smoldering Right there Beneath where The soul used to be Scraped raw Scarped raw and broken Like the bottom Of the dirty pipe scraped for one more hit of luck Mercy comes after the Learning of swinging lashing belts Fists full…

GROUNDBREAKER

Day One of the Working Class Production website. I cannot begin to tell y’all how exciting this is. So listen up WorkCrew: You are the people that make this possible. I want to thank you; the Original 146 for believing in me. Big things in store. In the meantime I’m busy learning how to work…