Bitter Poems

I have given in to its acute resolve no longer question the manner in which it falls lays away from light carries darkness regally unperturbed non apologetic… ever defying the sun sewn...

we could have conquered cities but we stayed behind in the dark alleys among passionate kisses among Earl Grey teas we could have invented pasts but we died as...

bum feet street-beat wise sunk in banged up shoes previously dumpster swiped lean hobo soled holed haloed covered in foot funk sock stink grime   no blue suede shoes snappy tassel loafers…   gamy high-top sneakers here retro Corso’s weary worn down creased re-knotted raced in hiked trod...

line in the distance where two blues meet define their separate borders sky and sea open spline in the book of life sometimes clouds above white caps below the wind given life by...

  Because the moon has no place to rest she drifts in endless circles constantly shedding the memory of herself to forge through darkness brave night’s silence endure the stars.

 Taking chocolate to a sushi bar was a crazy thing to do  She smiled her gratitude  Blackening her teeth like a Tokugawa geisha

after a final sip the master crushed his favorite cup bid each honored guest farewell retreated to the garden to rend from flesh undying essence   sever the shadow of the moon...

piss stains on the wizard sheet pulled from last night’s bed southern clown klansman gown fearful eyes beneath a cut­out pillowcase boo inside a bigot’s head black Bible talk behind...

darkness rides itself wrapped in an empty cloak on the back of a frothing stallion mouthing phantom malice without a rider to give it voice soulless searching for someone new to...

thrumming chit-chit sprinklers hum mistaken for operatic crickets trilling lazy resort air as wrinkled splayed foot reptiles bow iguana heads like regal buddhists slowly roaming nirvana crossing thached pagodas unconscious tourists...

Larry, having become a badly aged eyesore Avoided his image in the mirror, But bathroom breaks - much needed -provoked one day uproar What did he see? “A...

mă îmbătam și ziceam că iarna e o iluzie că verdele e doar un mucegai de jur împrejur niște îngeri râdeau (orbitorb) I would get drunk So I could say Winter is an illusion and...

baby left sometimes she leaves stays away… I wait I can’t stand waiting – cannot make her come back soon enough   slowly time erases sorrow slakes sleepers wake again together one on one laugh away the hours lost the shadow’s left slowly fading on...