PinnedPublished inPoets UnlimitedThe End of OctoberThe end of October, Leaves orange and red. Three children giggling As the night of the dead Floats on a sunset, all orange and red.Feb 17, 20162Feb 17, 20162
Pigeon WatchingSoft, dirty looking puffy rain clouds. I watch pigeons fly. They circle once, then split into threes and fours. I can’t help but smile.Oct 16Oct 16
Crunch TimePower is something you do, not something you have. Power is always shifting, always in motion, so read the fucking tea leaves for all…Oct 9Oct 9
Totally UnacceptableDriving. Pedal down. It’s like wagon train of yore… … a long time ago, when everything stopped making sense. Now this train don’t blow…Oct 6Oct 6
Losing Myself In My PhoneIrene Flores, so caring and concerned. Make you melt. Now meet Peter Campbell. This is all on the phone, mind you.Sep 271Sep 271
Somehow, Some Day, SomewhereI’ve got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb. When I’m a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone…Sep 25Sep 25
He Calls Me PopsHe’s a bum. Oh, wait… He’s a derelict. Oh, wait… He’s a tramp. Oh, wait… He’s a beggar. Oh, wait… He’s a panhandler. Oh, wait… He’s an…Aug 29Aug 29
Nowhere To GoPutting language to pain, pulling the wagon, pushing the cart, dragging my feet, raising the stakes, all or nothing, no going back…Aug 19Aug 19