Poem in JAM Magazine KC - December 2024

 

Self Control List Poem

 Self control is the girl that snaps your bra

Self control is the ice cube that melts your tooth

Self control is the parakeet that will never forget you 

Self control is the Mercedes Benz that owns and texts you all the time

Self control is the dyslexic gum that shouts MUG when things are quiet

Self control is the bronze fish statue that fries you up

Self control is a space ship you frivolously bought but don’t know how to drive

Self control is the bag of nuts you want to eat but your best friend just bought it and gave it to his girl

Self control is a crane in the distance dangling your soul from a chain

Self control is that phlegm in the back of your throat named glottal

Self control is the 2nd to last exit to Kansas City via Hong Kong

Self control is a draw bridge that snapped after the paper clip fell out

Self control ended this poem…

Every day I drive by the Fun House Pizza

there is a
sign saying
“See you in heaven Audrey”
& now
I’m certain
She is a
Carnival saint
Sprinkling the
Good times
Right on down
Into our hungry brains
Like
Magic
Parmesan cheese.

New Poetry Book 2024 - The American Enigma is You

 

anonymous?

rumor
has
it
that
the internet
heroes
of
covert binary
are
chugging
further down
the
deep,
dark web
selling
the sweat
of
jesus
&
the devil's
chewed wod
of black gum.

rooftop freedom

my boy
miles has found
his latest thrill
in sending
pockets of
stretchy,
colorful
wrist bands onto the roof
to
commune with the birds,
have higher altitude air
and feel what it's really
like to have a good view.

instead of being smashed against skin all day,
barely over waist level high
and having to be active all day long.

now,
they can just unfurl their tiny
rubbery souls in the
new sunlight
as

a big
dude with
a fading scalp,
bit of a belly,
dirtied glasses,
slippers and
bad breath
tries
fetch the
bracelets down
with
a long
branch trimmer on a

ladder
that will
ultimiately
bring
peace to the

9-year old's
crumbled

bracelet
universe
of
calm.

no government - '13

In a town

Bled by

The ghosts

And echoes

Of

Jazz,

The feds have

Shut everything down.

Government is not around,

But congress is cutting into

A

Newly bled,

New fangled cooked piece of

Meat laughing

Over

Fresh scotch

As us ants out here

Slowly trudge from

One fruit rhine to the next.

With no grudge about

To

Be slayed,

The earth

Stands still,

Yet rotates in

Coherence with the sun

As we wait ..

Bathing in the moonlight

The same way

As we would the sun ..

Feeling the same rays.

So,

The only real thing do to now

Is to not vote on election day,

Yet show up with

Petition in hand

To start firing

The

Upper crust

That have no

Real flavor

In this

American meat pot pie.