Hell fire



Hot so hot

fire through


the night


mostly in my

head, feeding


gloves to monsters.


All the King’s horses

have turned


to stone:


my eyes become

‘’love crumbs’’


the bed sheets

& the sweat


have melted

with the words


you might have



What have we



Grasping at



who flee from us.


Hot so hot

the mythic


& the dawn

hell fire


a poet’s voice



from searching.


Jungle of

my thoughts


boa constrictor

sent to squeeze


life from us.



only lead


to a dead end



I’m hungry

for the heat


of love, that’s



at my need

for solution.








You used to

light fireworks


in my heart


the sparks

were seen for miles


incandescent joy

that floated


into space.


I used to feel

love was something


to be found


like gold:

a nuclear heroin


of heart


I was addicted

to the thought


of searching.


Yet here

the autumn leaves


become a softer muse,


the reds & golds of earth

once yearly metamorph


& all the drama

of the past


remains a fantasy

I made for me


to cling to.


God Bless America


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I tried America,

it was great while it lasted

all those hot thick sauces and iced tea;

there was that frank open honesty

the kind that loves to lie.

Lie in the sun

soaking up possibilities

lie in the afternoon through perfect

white, white teeth

lie between sweated sheets

tangled with love’s growth

and finally lie bare faced without flinching.

I love America

they do everything bigger and better

salads that leave you searching for an ending

love that rose pocket’s sidewalks

and a suckling pig’s belief that if mom and dad did it

so can the rest of humanity.

I rolled my tongue across America,

tight L.A. thighs that twitched with talent

Vietnam warriors high on jack lines

clutching the barometer

the types that leave tidemarks on the bath

and wear group underwear.

I love America

born yesterday with a virgin’s desire

to know pleasure

slicked surfaces clutched in the dark

then swallowed without a trace

maimed headless on three continents

who died for corporate mercy;

but America’s so chewing gum holy

it’s only God’s spit she flies on striped incongruency,


and God blesses America.




I’m a rolling

stone gather


no moss


red light, green light

who are you


to stop me?


I’m a rolling

stone gather


no moss


I’m impeccable

in city, drunk


on strangers.


Shots of love

go down like


iced tequila

fills the night


with stars.


Expanding Universe’s

kiss, glimpsed


flash of insight:

I’m rolling.

Bad boys

Slip sliding through

quiet as ice,  you


climb inside wanting::


minutes turn to hours

years pass, you’re


slip sliding through

broken bottle hearts


brittle nights, dead

flowers at dawn.


Bad boys always lie

never change,


never change:


who do we become?

Left with your




Ammonite sky

leaves fall




pinholes of light

where hope bleeds:


muscles curl

& the dead of night


march into morning.


I’m impaled

on customary lies


stripped bare



Greatness lingers

at the crossroads


for the choice

I did not make,


here I sweep

dried leaves


loose epitaph

of summer.