Wednesday, 29 September 2010


Watch as I crush myself through this peppermill
and burst like a squirrel skull pinched under a tire,
stupid little will-o-wisp fluttering by the fire
with teeth that grind like asphalt, earnest new desire.

Crack me off some honeycomb, i'm deeper into this
break my back and subdue me suck out my last rattle/hiss
cotton explodes from ripped seem, i'm taking back the universe
dry napkins flutter around in perfect symphony as I lie through my eyelids
Your breaking off huge chunks of me and i'm plying you with bread and oil

Saturday, 25 September 2010


I watched you flutter prettily about the room
hovering over by the bar, sweeping out to smoke
brittle wings out of focus in a garish parade

Saturday, 18 September 2010

1 line poem

knuckle dragger, walked in a circle, dug himself a cute little moat.

Friday, 10 September 2010

that guy

He used to cry and cry and cry,
he'd wake up and well up and the well would not dry.
He used to sigh oh god he'd sigh,
he'd sigh at hello and again at goodbye.
He used to a real nice guy,
weepy but friendly if overly shy.

Now he is vulgar and brash and unkind ,
a bulldog of a man a bear with no mind.
he'll huff and he'll puff but he'll utter no sigh,
he'll punch walls with his knuckles but he'll never cry,
he'll steal, and he'll kill, he'll cheat and he'll lie!
When he was a pussy he was my kind of guy.