I guess this is where all the new stuff will go.


A lantern buzzes and hums over your

December 16, 2018 3:18PM

A lantern buzzes and hums over your
Potatoes and gravy Alaskan dream.

A beard to kill all beards,
A gravel voice to scold Tom Waits.

Clouds billow from those pent lungs,
A closet of deep green and minty,
Burning, rising silence.

That bundle of fur and love bounces

All tongue and love.

Drifts swarm the logs, pummels of
White wind, auburn and
Sifted wheezing groaning

The coughing doesn’t stop for quite some time.

Terra-cotta windswept ocean

December 13, 2018 3:01PM

Terra-cotta windswept ocean
Spanish breeze. Foreign babbling land,
You feel bad for your Walmart purchase,
But it winds down into wine and
New friends and fluorescent
Tingling Laughter.

Alleyway meets with
Straw-dust Love,
That broken goodbye you’ll
Never meet again.

Sailors court her and she blushes
For tips. Her heart is a chamber full of
Gloom, the broken Groom.

Nothing touches.

An ocean curls around us,
Won in cinders and flames lit
Darkly around contrast and
Scented bloodied ribbons.

Liquid ice is streaming now

December 10, 2018 4:04PM

Liquid ice is streaming now,
Full digital cold and iridescent
Shivering brushed and
Buried stones.

The river pours down you as you
Gasp and drown.
So sorry, Sincerely Nature.

Scrape that frost from the windows,
Air filter needs to be changed,
You smell something after driving,
Weird squirrel-noise squeaks from the
Front right.

Deep drifts will pour down and
Swamp and shiver and
Poof as you kick powder with
Rebellion and gusto-angry

That wind blows,
New England is a warm bar that
Saves Everything. Draft
And repeat and fire

Something rattles from the
You’re oil is changed and all,
That tire rotation sucked you under and
It’s all ok.

Winter sings that crooning sawing

It starts in sub-zero,
You remain content as you wonder
Where She is.

Perdition is streaming now

December 7, 2018 5:30PM

Perdition is streaming now,
Peripatetic damnation all full of
Sin and subterranean grates.

Un-maker greets you on some
Fiery precipice and you

No one is alone here,
Falsified notarized torture.

Stringed instruments mourn.

Those flames.


December 7, 2018 4:31PM

Some douchebag crew-cut angling for
A drop at the Tinder bar. Swipe that
Sun from moon to midnight

That frat brain has evolved,
Call the boys to the bar,
It’s on.

His fetish, an ease of use and

Some bright technicolor watercolor

December 7, 2018 3:44PM

Some bright technicolor watercolor
Splash from 31 years ago. Tubes of
Wet, crossed arms,
The plunge of awkward swimsuit

Roll down that rubber river,
Ease and youth and
Confusion, mummified in some lost
Saturated sun-dried cloud.

Some bright weary sadness

December 6, 2018 6:36PM

Some bright weary sadness,
A willow bending but upright.

Light across skies,
contrasts in shadows.

Sleep comes and whispers close.

Winter breathes as a bright star.

December 6, 2018 5:07PM

Winter breathes as a bright star.
As an asthmatic wheezing polluted
Lake of exhaust and driving cars.

I’m there, motoring away,
Letting the dust settle as the dusk
Eats you

All the bourbon won't fill this

November 30, 2018 6:35PM

All the bourbon won’t fill this
Gravity strokes the weight,
A sundered seam.

Parenthetical wisdom is the
Fruit that keeps you alive.

Deep-state low-frequency dream,
It’s all gone,
It’s a rhythm of drink and laughter and

Gravity sithers below, tongue-and-cheek
It’s over but it’s not.

A fog tickles the sky

November 29, 2018 3:14PM

A fog tickles the sky,
A laryngitis mist all full of
Suspirations, and
Bored ghosts.

The morning is all soft and
Wheezing a cotton dream.

It’s not that we’re broken,
Not that we’re forlorn,
Just a rhythm of electricity
Trying to figure this shit out.