you're an ink blot test,
showing the self-aware who
they are by living.

Paralysis of
the brain at the behest of
mirrored sleight of hand.

Strawberry letters,
phallic candles, turkey, and
spatulas of love.

thanks for the giving.
thanks for the taking. circles
of gratitude flow.

Today Axl Rose
left me no more excuses
to procrastinate.

"Just play from the heart."
How? Do my expressions not
sound sincere enough?

Empty room, dancing
in the moonlight with just
me, myself, and I.

"enough about me"
means goodbye to these people.
not, "what about you?"

The stress of nothing
just to make the day simple
wear out honest minds.

for sale: condoms and
poetry. one size fits all.
equally useful.

crapcrapcrap

beirut does not make
drunken depression any
better. hi sadness.

Warm fireplaces,
family dinner ignores
bombs dropping outside.

is there anyone
who appreciates air more
than the nearly drowned?

Jobless, home alone.
Talking to myself, writing
haikus to no one.

The words I write sit
lonely next to more words and
no everybody

peter the ....

It was messy yet
good for me in the long run.
Like popping a zit.

Geek for Obama
smiles and says All Your States
are Belong To Us.

Animosity.
I think I've heard this before,
Where souls disappear.

halloween

woke up looking like
a sex crime victim: whored up
hung over and sore