your clothes are in the dryer but you wait two hours to check & of course they’re cold & damp & you hit it for another cycle & so it goes & you suddenly remember nestled under covers but it’s too lovely & maybe […]

dear reader, I don’t care if you read these words but the demon riding my back whispers fuck you every time I scritchy-scrabble the page & so I write lest some angel shows up to ruin the whole damn affair with insufferable joy

I said one day my poems would be taught in colleges & my prof said yes as examples of what doesn’t work: hard truths are hard, damn it

god I miss cigarettes even though they’re right there, how the drag filled my lungs & stained the callus on my fuck you finger with sweet nicotine but the callus is gone now: I no longer grip pencils for hours penning missives & my […]

With Apologies to Richard Brautigan I am sittting at the kitchen table, drinking a mug of Earl Grey. An ant is crawling on the refrigerator handle. I have to disturb him so I can get some milk. There’s a bowl of cornflakes I want […]

With Apologies to Brautigan & Bukowski At 3:15 a.m. a beer shit smells like a marriage between inspiration and desperation. I had to clean my ass in the shower before I could write this down. But before I did I looked in the toilet […]

hot tea, old mug, good book: just me & tinnitus ringing in the new year