Find meat stuck in teeth of glaze-eyed Beasts, Of prey from some dangerless lands, Pluck out what was left from unprincipled feasts, And show them the fibrous strands. Upon seeing these, it'd cause no unease, Save for those with the conscience of rams, To dismantlers by degrees, as dutch elm disease, In unremorseful-laden hands. Find... Continue Reading →

The Bezoar

Was it delusion? Few among us would argue that it wasn't But be assured, their ghastly footsteps came by a dozen In that seclusion With wooded life glaring at me on despairing knees. Leaf unto limb they crumbled underfoot from behind me. First they snickered Not contempt nor trickery did the sepulchral spooks bring. Though... Continue Reading →


How speak the torn, seizured in thought, Into the carpet, as they're taught? When knees are scabbed, foreheads are bruised Against synthetic fibers, boozed, Which side will win the battle there, The voice of light or of despair? How speak the weary, beaten down, Into a screen in her nightgown? When bags are heavy under... Continue Reading →

The Persistent Clown Strips Down

With tricks in the chamber, poised to perform, The greasepainted-up baffoon Stretches the latex, warped and deformed, Then, voila, see the gimmicked balloon! The audience nods, though less than impressed, They're such standoffish friends. Seeking emotive affection on his quest, The clown cocks back and fires again.   Bang!  Regurgitating rainbowed ribbons, On flaming roller... Continue Reading →

Flowing Through Me

On an idyllic pathway I travel and I rove, I come upon, unexpectedly, in a plushy grove, Along the way, it startles me, to find somebody else, Delighted in companionship filling me with wealth. With a newfound friend so pleasant, what is one to do? Bind yourself to him with rope and with a firm... Continue Reading →

A Come-Hell-or-High-Water Positivity

CLICK HERE for an introduction and read-aloud of this poem Holding, tightly, to his glad-to-be-alives, Managing, rightly, his ability to thrive, Draining unsightly veins that will survive, Preserving gratitude with his own formaldehyde. He's a walking, talking you-can't-bring-me-down, With a stitched-on, smile-glued face without a frown, Whose sadness was murdered by a frozen-grinned clown And... Continue Reading →

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