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POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi Everyone, I make my living as an artist/poet. I traveled while performing in the NYC poetry slam circuit 4 years. My spoken word album titled "Blisters From Untouched Silverware" can be listened to for free on my website
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jun 2014 1:49pm
13th Jun 2014 1:49pm
Indecision On Wheels
this train’s scorching white steel charges west,
battering gales slam brute against every revolution,
pirates like bookends trap it between its yesterdays and its tomorrows,
whipping through dusty cities and broken towns,
past wooden women and stoic children
untamed colors circle high above its tracks,
smoke clings to the edge of the conductor’s peripheral,
and as he wipes his brow he knows,
the hue of peace is out of reach, a tease at best
the years had taught him that dreams are painful excursions,
they are directions that lead into...
battering gales slam brute against every revolution,
pirates like bookends trap it between its yesterdays and its tomorrows,
whipping through dusty cities and broken towns,
past wooden women and stoic children
untamed colors circle high above its tracks,
smoke clings to the edge of the conductor’s peripheral,
and as he wipes his brow he knows,
the hue of peace is out of reach, a tease at best
the years had taught him that dreams are painful excursions,
they are directions that lead into...
39 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Jun 2014 12:47pm
13th Jun 2014 12:47pm
Why I Have To Make Art
75 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Jun 2014 5:29pm
11th Jun 2014 5:29pm
Cocaine
strangers spill the death of their dreams in dirty hallways
aluminum roller coasters collide into the tears of a mother
jet strangled wings around cockpit
streaking past unfocused thought
euphoric starvation carnivorous for the taste of sweat
jaw grinding rage snapped teeth marrow
latex mini skirts, disco, anal, Yahtzee
tore through the apple then slapped Eve in the face
after the first one…
an ache so rattling you’ll sell your kid’s X-mas toys for another
slam it, snort it, smoke it, seek it, sneak it, secret, ...
aluminum roller coasters collide into the tears of a mother
jet strangled wings around cockpit
streaking past unfocused thought
euphoric starvation carnivorous for the taste of sweat
jaw grinding rage snapped teeth marrow
latex mini skirts, disco, anal, Yahtzee
tore through the apple then slapped Eve in the face
after the first one…
an ache so rattling you’ll sell your kid’s X-mas toys for another
slam it, snort it, smoke it, seek it, sneak it, secret, ...
78 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2014 5:06pm
11th Jun 2014 5:06pm
Back Yards
86 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Jun 2014 1:56pm
10th Jun 2014 1:56pm
Dear Sadie...(poem to my daughter)
Dear Sadie…
your early memories were built from the bricks of an uneven residence,
the residue that your teachers left upon your canvas,
only tainted the way commitment was defined in the map of you,
fortunately… your heart was born with abnormal strength,
the valves in your princess chest releasing a jazzy peace,
a symphony of you causing all strangers to relax while in your company,
I write you this tonight as I sit miles from your shore,
knowing you may never read its words,
or hear the sound of my voice again,
I met you when your...
your early memories were built from the bricks of an uneven residence,
the residue that your teachers left upon your canvas,
only tainted the way commitment was defined in the map of you,
fortunately… your heart was born with abnormal strength,
the valves in your princess chest releasing a jazzy peace,
a symphony of you causing all strangers to relax while in your company,
I write you this tonight as I sit miles from your shore,
knowing you may never read its words,
or hear the sound of my voice again,
I met you when your...
46 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jun 2014 5:06pm
9th Jun 2014 5:06pm
The Scrap Book (poem about Nostalgia)
splinters of color,
Saran wrapped in a needed ache,
soaked in the warmest of orange,
remaining shackled firmly,
to my secret stacks of scattered imprints,
its impact paper clipped to the breeze in my heart,
carrying such gentle tracings from the times when time skipped time,
their faces wisp like torn flags on silent ships,
as fire flies once here then gone,
leaving trails in some realistic fashion,
knowing fondly that their taste would never sail into the shadows,
on occasion tucking themselves into the shade,
the fervor of these ghosts are...
Saran wrapped in a needed ache,
soaked in the warmest of orange,
remaining shackled firmly,
to my secret stacks of scattered imprints,
its impact paper clipped to the breeze in my heart,
carrying such gentle tracings from the times when time skipped time,
their faces wisp like torn flags on silent ships,
as fire flies once here then gone,
leaving trails in some realistic fashion,
knowing fondly that their taste would never sail into the shadows,
on occasion tucking themselves into the shade,
the fervor of these ghosts are...
43 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2014 7:07pm
8th Jun 2014 7:07pm
Xanax
a baby blue breeze,
gently slows the tides within,
conflict turns into a cushion,
the anger into an arm chair,
the traffic separates while the road grows wider,
the domestic dispute in the apartment above evolves into,
a puddle of smothered voice
a moping bathrobe drags behind procrastinated thought,
sleep walking words from others hover outside the margins of concern,
dims down the spot light,
allowing a cradled palm of tea lights to show the way,
shadows lose their rigid outline,
a once sense of strict accuracy, now a tourist guide...
gently slows the tides within,
conflict turns into a cushion,
the anger into an arm chair,
the traffic separates while the road grows wider,
the domestic dispute in the apartment above evolves into,
a puddle of smothered voice
a moping bathrobe drags behind procrastinated thought,
sleep walking words from others hover outside the margins of concern,
dims down the spot light,
allowing a cradled palm of tea lights to show the way,
shadows lose their rigid outline,
a once sense of strict accuracy, now a tourist guide...
70 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2014 7:06pm
8th Jun 2014 7:06pm
The Pusher
Will you please swim slowly into the part of me that is me?
another sip and I wait…
lingering... while gripping onto a broken bulb,
the light left with the handful of pills I ate a few days ago,
no matter what anyone says or sells,
there is no comfort while crawling into the shadows,
no nap waiting for rest,
just smashed mirrors repeating the soundtrack of pain,
over and over again,
where’s that tingle the pusher promises now?
his promise holds a time limit,
his product chips away at the child in my eyes,
and yet…he is...
another sip and I wait…
lingering... while gripping onto a broken bulb,
the light left with the handful of pills I ate a few days ago,
no matter what anyone says or sells,
there is no comfort while crawling into the shadows,
no nap waiting for rest,
just smashed mirrors repeating the soundtrack of pain,
over and over again,
where’s that tingle the pusher promises now?
his promise holds a time limit,
his product chips away at the child in my eyes,
and yet…he is...
70 reads
1 Comment
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