You drive by it and it’s a block of mud Weeds and trash, and you don’t think about it You pass it for months, years, …
Category: Poems
Bake ‘N Broil is a neighborhood classic for me. For a couple of years, it was my home, my desk, my hideaway every weekend. These …
It’s a little too easy. Soon, San Francisco will be one quick toll bridge away from Japan. The mayor will dye the sky a proper …
In a bed Lives a sock Tucked deep down into the nowhere. It had a day When it was the most bestest thing. And then …
The dark shades at all times lady. The always pregnant lady. The trite greeting in the morning lady (“Another day, another dollar!”). The grumbling stomach …
Idaho left this morning. It unhinged itself early when the light was still green, hoisting its way into space. They put a sign up in …