For My Sister and Prince

Sticking to the floor in the seventh grade
I knew nothing about spirit 
A plan inspired by mistakes

Sister you were there for me
Even when you weren’t 

You lent me your crocodiles 
And hammer swinging horsemen

To fight the echoes in the hallway 
The padded dicks that 
Slammed gainst the lockers 

Peroxide future 
Earrings and feathers 
I drank the purple passion

Lied to the college girl
Followed the code 
I made up as I went along 
And did all my best work in basements 

The sun warms the jelly  In my eyes (MMM show poem 9/20/15)

Wake up and turn over
A new leaf
A pastry filled with fruit
Hair through a comb

The sun warms the jelly
In my eyes

Awake to the taste
Of grass in my mouth

Hunted by goatees
And breakfast cereals
Smiling gun barrels
And warm sugar
My soul is in the trees
The body is a battle

Blinded by the lack
Of white flags

Conveyor belts of baby parts
And bullets
Highly funded hair pieces
Millionaires  hitting home runs

I’m craving another flavor
The spontaneous lick of a puppy
Growing old with someone
That morning light
Discovering
The love behind
The eyes

Electric boogaloo
Sneeking a peek of you
Laughing out loud
Femanine punk
Man child
A place for
Pieces to collide
And collect

My paper shoes are ripped


We wasted so much time
Fearing the unknowable

Stare into the eyes
See what will take you places

Crave new voices
Face the monsters
responsible For all the good music.
Hang out in the backstage

My paper shoes
are ripped

Feel the mud
Between my toes

Pointless are
The straps on my pack

empty buildings
heated and lit all night.

Hurting people I don’t know

It takes days to recover
From your visits.

I wear neon
To avoid
Being hit by cars.

In nature
Nothing is equal

Whistling helps fill
The empty space

The trains that fuel the trains
A safe place to jump
A warm place near
The tracks

I’ve been seeing things Out of the corner of my eye


I’ve been seeing things
Out of the corner of my eye

when I look it’s gone
When I focus it’s not there

A lazy soul

So many cops
So many churches
So many t-shirts
So much pasta

Constantly rehearsing
Acceptance speeches

Launching arrows
a sea of bees

Genghis Khan clouds
The indirect approach

An army of donuts
Lead by a lion

The brass ring
Is in your nose

A dry erase board
A bag of records

Working with friends
Is such a good idea

The burning cold

There’s a nightmare In my nightmare

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There’s a nightmare
In my nightmare
It says that I am free

Ladies will get wild
Remembering
Creating
Wind
It’s beautiful how they roll around

Pieces sticking
And slipping
Between my fingers

We can’t afford ornaments
We need a wider highway
We need a bridge to nowhere
A larger set of crayons
A more satisfying eating room
A clean place to wait
For the doctor
Christmas lights
And free coffee

Sometimes the mistakes are
Gifts.

Experts
Perhaps the world is better
Without you.

Diarrhea
Resting
Side effects
Five dollar large pizzas
Better pants

Love again
It never ends
Longer than weakness
Never
That’s more than trillions
Enough