Thursday, December 31, 2015


Another from the Ramblings compilation. I have read this out loud at a Poetry Bar down on "Deep Ellum" in Dallas. It was meant to be read aloud.


In the dank, dark, lousy cells of your mind
Do you find from time-to-time a respite

Do you burn all the day
Do you hate all the night


Do you sometimes suffer from fright

Have you cried a tear that was not for show
Had a moment when you stubbed your toe

Was there ever a time when you did not lie
No, that would take effort - you would have to try

Your one of the mean ones
The takers - the spies
Stay away from me
You make me cry


Tuesday, December 08, 2015


vultures circling waiting hovering wanting a juicy pungent lunch smelling life as it seeps away murky water in a drainpipe full of debris waiting hovering wanting to feed off the scraps hollow hardly a mouthful waiting hovering wanting to tear the sun from the earth poison the liquid for which I thirst waiting hovering wanting for me to give up the ghost scavengers picking over what's choice no leave it no they take