GROWLING

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

THE DOG TREMBLING

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 ©workingclassproduction.com, 2014

ANATOMY OF DIVORCE

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…

SNAFU

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?…

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…

MILITARY

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…

CARTOONS

I was real young 6 maybe 7 Watching Hannah-Barbara cartoons It was after Thundar the Barbarian With his magical sun sword But before Captain Caveman Would come on You had the Super Friends All the DC heroes Right there On black and white TV I would mess With the rabbit ears And coat hanger Twist…

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…

CHRISTMAS IN MODESTO 30 YEARS AGO

It was Christmas time and the oil lanterns Threw strange mongrel shadows Across the walls Of the little one bedroom apartment The oven was a warm harbor Of love and safety We had three or four lamps going in the kitchen Little brother and I at the table Cookie sheet of baked Homemade play-dough Christmas…

CANNING IN FARMINGTON

We would set out early After a hard breakfast of whatever was left From last night’s sacrifice Shoes strapped tight Socks pulled up high Ball caps pulled low School backpacks on our backs Trash bags in each hand Walking along the long country roads Watching the ditches for cans and bottles Once we saw a…

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…

MY FIRST GIG

So in 2010 I got back in touch with my friend, Mike “The Poet” Sonksen. He’s from the neighborhood. We went to Artesia High together, both of us in the honors and AP English classes. Anyways, Mike had read some of my poems on the Facebook, liked what he saw and we started talking. It…