Thursday, March 30, 2017

"I am so glad I can be your front porch"

You said

to look out,
over your 
and watch the


of you
was still 
in the bowl.

it as well 
and sent us 
down pipes together.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Perception Management

how do we handle

underchin angle
of camera phone,

the face folds
into itself.

Thursday, March 23, 2017


actin like a man, w/yr noise & body
a fuck commodity
we turn 31

a narrow challenge. 

Saturday, March 18, 2017

'Political Suicide' - N.i.l.8

something like,

check the basement door

inside the room
just like a tomb
take a deep breath in the stench
as you apply the perfume
go sit and stare at the boy
go sit and gaze at the girl
go on and laugh at them all
pick up a wig to unfurl
so amazed you're so amused with yourself 
pick up a needle or pick 
take it out on somebody else

political suicide
he won't know what to do
politician and homicide
he won't know what to do

a politician in jail
what do you think
he's gonna do

walk the street with the mind frame of a child
a politician at large in which we all can confide
the vermin down on the street the sniper up in the air
the carcass of the victim the way they all stare
no comment at present time
election year coming up
keep off the record try to keep them shut up
but this dirt is deeper than any mud slinging before
deeper than shallow graves
check the cellar door

so amazed you're so amused with yourself
pick up a needle or pick 
take it out on somebody else 

political suicide
he won't know what to do
politician and homicide
he won't know what to do

politician perversion mind snap
a schizo null and void negation denial pretend

no comment
political suicide

slightly corrected from, the best n.i.l.8 fan site.

Friday, March 17, 2017

A Poem

so thin






Wednesday, March 15, 2017


has no flavor,
insidious as it is unthinking.

The 'last generation
of orcas'

is a marketing ploy.

Growths filigree
our population, burn.

Monday, March 13, 2017


as taste of sharp strawberry
gives way to slow blueberry
fear turns to anger

Friday, March 3, 2017

One as but nothing to a bristlecone pine.

Churned into the abyss of history
a story to page thru, inconsequential.