Sunday, February 25, 2018

where is my stream
how does it flow
is it me or even from me
should i care
should you
this dream

if over 
is it now
be clever

my bones, your bones
in this space reader 
where i am gone
you have me where you want me
for tearing and spitting
laughter and stare

what is this wrestle
my words, these bones
engaged in your eye

unless i seize the source
clew the lines
where is a me
should it matter 
when i go











Sunday, February 11, 2018


paper news typed
of a post print world
Heralding a desertion 
after a Tr(i)ump of the Mirrors
screening all, at all cost

when are the beats
following this line
juggling text with
scriptures of golden shebangs

riffing out packets
for drums and pupils
jellied on the waters
at take out
before the drain




Thursday, February 1, 2018

(t)ax day
and the thief with the (c)law
obliges a moon's time of my labor
to slay my neighbors

should i be murdered
stripped of my members
there will i be nowhere
like i am not now
expecting no demise
little surprised
by staying within