Show Poem: December 16, 2016 KC, MO @ recordBar #poetry 


Photo by Michelle Bacon Life is not a bowl of ice cream
It is not leftovers
It’s not even a fresh stalk of celery
Waiting to be chopped and mingled
In a succulent trinity Dish

Remove the refrigerator door
Let the kids play
There is nothing hidden in the ice
Crack the egg open

Whip yourself if you must
Do not contaminate the dance floor
With ill will

The cold brings sores
The heat cooks meat
Both pass the germs through us

Lifting the clocks
Of our grand fathers
Excavating the thoughts
Of our great grand mothers

Red and green
The stop and go
Of Christmas contradictions

A child is crying for a candy cane
A man is dying in the frozen rain
Let’s make it vanish like David Blaine

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Lessons from this old house
The importance of a wet return

When we are lucky it just happens
No thoughts required

But we are not always lucky
And there are men for those times

Men with breasts and vaginas
Spilling out from their overalls

Hammers and pepper mills
Yo la tengo

Grapefruit spoon
Serrated edge
Scrapes the pulp from
From the soft inner walls

Whose responsible
For all this blood
That first gentrifying coffee

Who’s taping this
Late at night
While the other is asleep

Old Toys

Quiet confidence
A resting animal

Chasing the tadpole
Inside my body

A dog collar in heaven
Starbucks enema
Erect on demand

The meat between the
Wheels and the road

A bird on the other side of the glass

Our future is not a marshmallow
It is liquid sunlight

There is a couch at the
End of the bed
A table and a chair
Paper on the desk

A dim light reminds us
Of of old toys

Sifting through old photographs
Thinking deeply about
Mindsets of the people
In the pictures

We live in the gift

President Trump

I am feeling the rush of anxious emotions that I’m sure most of my good friends are experiencing at this unbelievable turn of events in American History. I am a white, heterosexual, male, feminist, liberal, artist. Not necessarily in that order. I am going through a bit of an inner conflict between my biology and my psychology right now. Every look in the mirror, to some degree, I can’t help but see the face of this painful shift in our political system. But when I look inside myself I am reminded of my friends and I am inspired to the moon by their capacity for love, understanding, and strength. All I want to say is:


It’s going to take a while for all of this to sink in. Maybe it’s going to take four years? I encourage you to allow yourselves all the emotions you are experiencing right now.  Please, remember that you are the same beautiful people you were yesterday, as you are today, as you will be tomorrow. We are going to get through this, together.

The gift that strangers give

The paddle hangs from
A single nail on the wall

A bodyless doll on the night stand
Amongst extensive lists
Date night recommendations

In the future they will laugh at us
Or perhaps just wonder

The gift that strangers give
Will no longer be a mystery

The secret knowledge
Like a backstage door
Will be where all of us
Enter the arena

Those fleeting thoughts
Will simply be,
Never having to be escaped to

Letting our potter’s wheel spin
We’ll passionately speak of glass

And raise each other’s children
Nothing like our own
And better

Show Poem: September 03, 2016 KC, MO @ The Brick #poetry 


photo by Rachel Sky There’s something going on
Inspired by deception

The self importance
Rings throughout the coffee shop
Like a lonely poet with a notebook

We’ve come so far

The pride of the VIP
Hawaiian shirts
Blind beagles
Iced lattes
Muffin with a fork

No living thing is a sticky bun

A punching bag is not a release
It’s a thick leather bag
Full of sand
That people punch

Until women and men cease to exist
The plastic in the ocean will continue

Until we each find our own name
And learn to masturbate to cartoons

Cuddle pups are not trucks
Stuffed kittens and monkey paws

All is made beautiful in you face
Like Rock and roll
I stop questioning
I step back
I notice a whole world of music
For me to listen to
And come alive

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Dog Catcher Heart 

Upon waiting for the apology text
I witness Starbucks
After school revolution

A clean soft lighted place
Escape from the car faces

I read about Eilen Myles
And her Dog Father

I could never walk
My ghost so easily

Never easy for me to see
Who held the leash

Like a job I wait
Transporting myself
To the office in mind

Highway stress
Leaky ceiling drips

Evesdropping on alley crackheads
NPR clouds softening the light

I’m in love, I’m alone
I work in my home

I’m in love with a
Dog catcher heart