Hey, I’m a poet too
he says
shoves lines at me
got that rhyming thing going on
four lines
that go dum de dum de dum de dum da
spoken like a secret life broken teacher
back in the day
and doesn’t understand
that’s like my cat
offering a busted bird
broken back mice under the bed
after I’ve spent the day
searching the shelves
for the right tidbit for tiddles.


pocket o piss

Strutting around
with a pocket full of piss
the doctor collects these
& my blood
at regular intervals
sometimes they put cameras
where I really would rather
cameras not be put
the tests come back
you are, he says:
have an unhealthy lifestyle
need to exercise more
like I didn’t know these things
& for this
I’m walking to the doctor
with a pocketful of piss


I hear you’re dragging my name
my once group of friends
to say that I am
have poor manners
in all things
I hear these
and haven’t forgotten
it was you pulled me
from the crowd
where I’d slowly
been working through
the hows, whys
of life, love, work
everything that matters
what you forget to remember
with that background of privilege
you flaunt
is that for a while
we were
in the same place
at the same time
& that it was me
who called time
On you.



So much that happened
was just one foot in front of the other
a place, a face
a life meandered
the nights drinking
it’d be good to say
there was a plan
some blueprint
that made it all make sense
there wasn’t
just a place, a face, a bar
rooms to visit
and now its ghosts
at every turn
of dirty deals
talking in the dark
attempting sense of the day
nights we held each other against
some drifted, like me
and others went off to others


hot steel

Steel smell of hot tracks
walking the rails
8 or 9 years old
finding dead rabbits
skinning them
for interest
sun high in the sky
searching for green apples
pennies on the ground
tar bubbling through rocks
kites, bikes and skates
forts in trees
days in green
dogs that may/may not bite
tin cans on string
shrieking whistles along the wind
shoes that wear out too quick
out long past supper
hiding from the rain
staying away from indoors
once again


o rly?

All men are rapists
she shouted
how she looked at me
and I’m thinking
you’re safe with me love
unless it is a very cold
drunk night in hell
or a an extreme strange port
and you were asking
ever so nicely


there are

There are wise men
amongst us
but they are
too wise to say hello
for our questions offend them
as do
our answers