Van Gogh’s Ear

  A poet will never refer to themselves as one Instead they will walk poetry They will stagger on And when they are paid by the words they carry They will have Van Gogh’s ear in their pocket Advertisements

A Man Called Destruction

  Bumpy beginnings Flowers n’ shit Your seed swells for me But in the end you will lose your leaves for me   I lick the cannibal bones I hold the door for the barbarians A walking talking wild fire I shake bed frames   I am an upper I am a downer I am […]

5′ 1″

  She has a slight curve to her back Sometimes I wonder if she would be taller if I could only straighten her out   I imagine her floating an inch or two from where I normally find her   Those red German lips just a few heartbeats from my thin jagged tormented English mouth […]

Robin Hood

  My daddy was a bankrobber but he never hurt nobody –Joe Strummer   “If poor people knew how rich rich people are, there would be riots in the streets” –Chris Rock     Here’s to the majority One paycheck from poverty Here’s to the underdog One paycheck from poverty   I will see you […]

John and Kevin, Saturday Night

    Whatcha gonna do now, Kevin Long Gone John took your favorite face   Lie Steal Thieve Deceit   Your favorite face on the pavement Saturday night’s entertainment Step right up   When the boogie man comes to get you Judges your character Judges your deeds   Pulls you apart to see what’s hidden […]