Wednesday, February 27, 2008


How are we going to do this?

Is he going to be okay?

Is she?

What if anything,

Got a whole sack of what ifs.

Everybody's telling me I look like shit.

I mean, I feel like shit...

But I've looked way worse and nobody's said a thing.

Our son is trapped in a box of clicks and beeps and my wife can't stop bleeding.

Money'll get tight pretty soon, and the rent's going up.

I'm not scared, exactly

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Longest Week In 8 Lines Or Less

hospitals are ugly
they serve ugly food
make people seem ugly
and I am ugly too

then it was beautiful
and they were all angels
even the dying seemed bright
they brought my son and saved my wife

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Hey God!

you dirty fucker.
I see you up there.
you owe me at least one, you know.
get us through this latest of your tests.
I swear to God, you rotten son of a bitch,
if you don't intervene here I'm coming up there
and tear you a new one.
she doesn't deserve this and neither does our son.
so if you don't want to be looking over your holy shoulder
for eternity you'd better get off your fat divine ass
and do something.
I don't much care if you look out for me, you know that.
but this isn't about me.
show me you're still there.
don't make me come looking for you.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Oral And Intravenous Sedition


Listen I just need a rest

I know you're probably tired, too

My skin is disolving

And my brain is flying apart

Please, you must know some dark quiet place

I'll give you all my money

Look, look

Just let me curl up in here for a while

I won't take up much space and I'm quiet

I can be quiet

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Pass The Port

obey the forms

gitcher kids outta here

come early and stay late

and for god's sake you're buying this time

get in line to pay too much

bathroom's over there

what was this about?

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Me and Dawn Buildings

We creak and smoke and reflect poorly all covered in frost

Things come in the front door and go out the back

If we're standing far enough apart we're the same size

I've got things roosting and shitting under my eaves too

We look filthy at street level and better from the air

Full of ideas running from floor to floor door to door

Wallet Haiku

Big fat sweaty lump

Made of plastic and cow flesh

Stuck to my ass cheek