You, Darkness - Rainer Maria Rilke "You, darkness, that I come from I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world, for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone and then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything- shapes and fires, animals and myself, … Continue reading A letter to Rainer Maria Rilke 9 days before his death.

This poem is for you. whom I have looked upon and seen rarely. For the all the times we did not see each other passing by, in the dead of the winter, heads buried in jacket collars. For all the times we held somebody else's hand, in the intersection, on the way to home. For … Continue reading Not Knowing You

a poem is coming red red as virginity (is it ever lost?) red as blood dripping from your feet red as this coffee mug, red as the star on your beret, red as the house behind my chest. red red as fire, a poem is coming of the belly mothers, long over due. of the … Continue reading [Poem, Colors, Birth]

It's November Fall is getting ready to concede the stage to winter and death is sharpening its knife. It's late November, darkness covers the street by five PM, broke umbrellas are in every street corner, and an ugly pigeon is a eating flesh of a dead squirrel. It's the eleventh month of the year, and … Continue reading Late November

Happy Birthday Loren Johnson - you wild beast! From Your Eyes DIP M3 IN TRUFFLE OIL PIN M3 AGAINST THE TIME WATCH THE WORLD IN MY EYES POUR MILK OVER MY HEAD WRAP M3 IN SPACE SURF IN MY SPIT FILL M3 WITH EMPTINESS SUCK MY SOUL OUT OF MY NOSE STICK LIVES IN MY … Continue reading From Your Eyes

Here is a poem in word collage form from a couple of bars, arts shows, living rooms, and the screening of the Jean-Michel Basquiat movie. I live right next to the Catholic University, I sucked Pope's cock. and he's there all the time. I like that you'll like this if you liked that what does … Continue reading Basquiat and Sexy Food

Becoming A Person Oh yes It is hard becoming a person, being born, growing 8 fingers, and 2 opposable thumbs. It is hard becoming a person, --growing up, ----waking up, (Going to work when it’s dark coming home when it’s dark) making money paying taxes and mowing lawns. (who does that?) It is hard becoming … Continue reading Becoming A Person

Friend When I need you, when my hands are shaky, and the fear is pressing my heart, when I am laying under the sun cuddled up in clouds. when I run around laughing and asking the strangers, where is my mind? Where is my mind? (and you laughingly say, you never had one) when the … Continue reading Friend

Wreck click clack click clack click clack they don't tie you to a chair and beat you up anymore nor they let the water tap open dripping on your forehead to drive your insane. but they still suck your soul out they want to tame you until nothing of you is left until you give … Continue reading Wreck

Surprise It always comes a surprise when you fall and you tell yourself, Now I know and this won't happen next time. and you live on you laugh and you ache and your forget, we all do. and another fall comes out of nowhere like the heat wave in the middle of a cold fall … Continue reading Surprise