Rib Cage

Don’t think you’re working hard enough?

Then wait till you can see your rib cage

Wait till instead of loathing

You begin to welcome sleep

Wait till your veal turns to porterhouse

Till your pennies turn to dollars

Wait till going home is lonelier than not

Till you don’t feel whole until you’re broken

Broken from the inside out so that no one can see

No one but


In the morning

In the mirror

In the gray light

Admiring your rib cage

Knowing you’ve worked hard for this

Hard enough to die—

But not quite

My Dear, Rumination

After a while

you’ll come to realize

that it’s these

needle thin problems, these

paper thin thoughts, these

failed salutations, and

strangers fiction bought

that keep us alive

and somewhere we ought

not dare go alone,

what a gift to feel lost—

my dear, rumination

what a privilege I’ve been granted

these feelings I have fought.

This Boys Life

If it sounds like suicide

It’s probably suicide

If it doesn’t, then

It’s probably suicide

You see. I’ve got to toy with it

I’ve got to play with it

Let it tangle me in knots until

I’ve grown tired of its tricks, until

I’ve acquired a finer taste

For those brief honest moments

Just before sleep, letting him go

Pillow breathing in peace, with it all

And how it had to end, in order for

This boys life—to begin…

Driving In LA

in LA

Are the women who drive

with dogs on their lap

Who at stop signs make

no attempt to stop

Cutting me off are these women

with Versace glasses to block the sun

Haunting amounts of eyeliner

blush, and lipstick the color of

raw meat

These are the same women who at home

have too many pairs of shoes

and never enough

And the fluffy little designer poodle

primped and propped high

on the lap of their would be master,

if these women weren’t blowing their

alimony checks on Princess’s groomer

They’re either on their phone at red lights

Cutting me off in the wrong lane

Or cutting me off at four way stops

Princess with her beady little eyes

And her dirty little asshole

Sitting like a queen


the biggest assholes in LA

And she’s smiling at me

Cause even she knows

the irony

When 5 Minutes Fills A Lifetime


Don’t make me feel worse

as I just feel so poor already.

My limbs are weak and my mind,

mush…You can stay a while sure

but like the day you’ll go again,

sinking with the sun. Feeling forlorn?

And again my God! Frightened

to see the end? And frightened to begin?

Well that makes two of us lately til

tomorrow comes much quicker when

yesterday’s a passing feeling.

What have you doom and gloom?

Haven’t you been listening? Go away

I’m tired. Besides I’ve got a 7am call

and I plan on being paid overtime.

Yet you’re so tempting my dear

misery in waiting, and you’re knocking like

a hopeful neighbor.

Effortless is your kiss, it’s aim

a mother’s prayer before bed.

Golden Hearts

How long have you been kicking

Rocks that turn to dust

Destroyed by what’s been filling

Your golden heart with rust

That tree that you’ve been climbing

Tell me where it leads

Across a moonlit river

Among the frightened leaves

It’s someplace quite worth knowing?

It’s quite a sight to see

Where devils dance and parlay

Come fire walk with me

The path of least resistance

It’s trampled in the weeds

Excuse my cheap persistence

I’d follow if you’d lead

The rocks that I’ve been kicking

Each mineral’s a must

To know when I’ll be ready

To rebuild you from dust

A Dog On Ice

It’s not often that she likes my stuff

Maybe one poem a season

Four poems a year

It’s enough to break me down

It’s enough to get me drunk

until she tells me I’m a fool

Which is enough to bring me back

In the Winter


In the Spring time like a flower

And by Autumns moon

With the goblins and the ghouls

She dances

like a dog on ice

And tells me my head looks big

when I get too thin…

So for that, I know

I can trust her