Newer things, in progress and the like...

Human Torch

I am a human torch,
I will transform myself, boil everything aqueous
to an inch of my life.
I have a sense of dry humors.
I stand for something,you must believe.
I have walked on coals to no avail.

Fortune has not smiled,
indignation takes over now.
Rise with me like a heat,
everyday, everything must change.

I am my own sun.

In time you will come to see me
getting to this stage as
necessary, an important movement
in the scheme of all things
too terrible to contemplate.
Everyone, join hands with me.


Painting In Numbers - for the Bunny

We rendered it uselessly,
watched the hole freefall from the wall;
a perfect nose dive to form it’s own splash
on the floor.
The boards reclaiming it through gravity.
Our jaws seemed to be tied to it.

The walls we splattered
in your soon to be child’s room.
Onlookers would suspect finger painting
or potato prints from the look of us.
Still, life has a habit of working
and we got the walls covered.

Your wife stopped play
with cold beers, before we called dads.
Before we were called dads.


Night Music

All night your breath holds a rhythm
against the skittering of moths
searching for their own light.
I hear the angry duets of foolish cats
squalling for old territories,
the mournful solo of a fox
done with bins, the slim pickings.

I want this recorded.






Fuck knows if they are any good, or will ever be finished........