The problem With growing up eating dog Is the strange guilt 30 some years later Petting you dog And your stomach Growls ©


The dog trembled always Maybe separated too young Maybe feral and beaten one time too many one time too long left uncertain instincts all in riot a natural trust for people bruised and broken by experience ©, 2014


Homeless Inspiration New Intoxication Mystic Meditation True Deviation Skeptical Divination Urgent Procrastination Confused Mediation Contentious Arbitration Vegetable Litigation Careless Jubilation Ruthless Abortion Free nation Personalized Disassociation Divided nation Acid Accusation Character Assassination Calloused Desperation Misunderstood Patriotism Falling nation Failing Ambition Everyone Hyphenation Failed Union ©, 2014


I wanted to She didn’t I did it anyways Now everything is in wreckage Picture frames knocked off walls The television kicked in All the mirrors broken Pictures in the sink burning She wanted to I didn’t She did it anyways Now everything is in wreckage Slapped face and a swollen lip Broken words that…


Listening to Charlie Pride And flipping through a Old worn book Of Bukowski Poetry Wondering at the irony And The Mystery Of God With a Righteous And Angry hangover Taking the Hammer From the Carpenter And Pounding His Own goddamned nails ©, 2014


They brought him home From the womb Back to the WORLD Tossed loose into the CITY Confused battered senses Senseless So much to hear To see So many smells different people everywhere everything everyone Overwhelming Screaming Horns honking Blaring radios bass beats dropping Lights flashing Everyone everyone everyone talking talking talking When will it stop?…


Sipping Molotov cocktails While watching The world end On YouTube Live digital stream Viral infection of the mass mind Consumed by media glitter Self-degradation Overnight celebrity status No bar too low How far Can you go? Triple team porno Coke by the kilo Sandy Hook sunk deep in the mouth Outrage from the South Cold…

GETTING RICH (a dogs story)

“One these days I’m gonna get rich from playing the lottery But for now I’m counting up my money One penny after another Put them all together now I got three dollar enough for 40oz amber bottle of pleasure and maybe a cheap cigar” he would holler chest stuck out full of Johnny Courage and…


Threadbare worn out brown hoodie With a hole in the sleeve Doing its best to comfort me As I sit here in the Lakewood morning dark Get the jump start On the morning Racing the Raising Sun to the Ocean ©, 2014


I guess things will never be the same now Every since he said goodbye We never saw the aftermath coming Never knew we were high enough up To be able to fall down so low. He left us in ‘08 We were still wishing on stars Complete denial about the reality Of the cancer that…


Lakewood CA; High School Bless your feast with new thought the radio sang soothing discordance even sober it was very sublime, so our bodies went with the flow Presidential campaign across a troubled nation… desert war death so obscene… I came home from school to watch the war on TV I was 16; so very…


Broken. Weak. Defeated. Worthless. Cripple. I don’t think I can survive it again. I’ve grown too soft in all the wrong spots. I don’t think I got it in me to get strong enough again. I don’t have that much hurt left in me. The streets scare me these days everything scares me Meaningless Nothing…