Category: Poetry

The Train

The lights flicker on the train, everyone looks around There is nothing we can do, the lights and we are temporarily powerless Two men sleep in their seats, mouths opened wide No snoring, no dignity, no awareness, just exhaustion Everyone…

Maya’s Constellation

• Maya has a constellation of beauty marks on her shoulder They seem gathered together subtly, they could be bolder • Her reserved non-talking stares and smiles confirm her happiness The cats are afraid of her, maybe they know more…

Life is Short

It’s 2:06 on 202 in Flemington Heading north Life is short • A truck with marble Made in Spain Passes me Life is short • The tractor dealer’s parking lot is empty • The American Flags At the car dealerships…

Morphine: A Poem at a Concert

Your Subconscious A head full of now Two shoes full of wow I know that song A bouncing ball She ripped the wings right off my back She ran her fingers up and down the track She said, your no…

The Moment

I imagine the moment the way the buildings would look maybe brick with a history of faded color and chipped appeal people walking by their lives running cocurrently with mine but mine alive with change with pride with peace debri…

The Argument

In my rearview mirror, I see A turquoise truck, GMC Two people are in it Heads are moving, all around Side to side, and up, and down • They’re arguing • The woman’s head is much more animated The man…

aka. Joanie Ramone

joan of arc hung around washington square handing out candy canes and marshmallow peeps! to the atheists and anarchists from nyu. the locals all knew her as joanie ramone, and swear at night she was visible from outer space. like…

Faith at 3 am

I fight sleep most nights for fear of being torn from a dream by an intolerant angel. like something ezekiel saw. with the face of an oxen. looking in every direction at once. that smells our indecision on the wind…

The Pilgrim

an anonymous pilgrim, almost halfway home from the 70 sacred places, stands outside a motel on the trail of the morning, on the edge of El Centro, wearing a Bush Tetras t-shirt and smoking a cigarette. he coughs up core…