2009 E-Book Poetry


Last Words Out

Bridge to Love

February Nights



Maybe You’ll Shine

Six O’clock Whistle


The Archeology of Sound

Candles and Cognac

Would You Say You’re in Love

Between Christmas and Thanksgiving

New Hard Times Come Over You

No More Words

Tiny Pricks

Birthday in the Sun

It’s Just a Kiss Away

Kissing Your Neck

Corduroy, Fleece and Flannel

Who Do Voodoo on You

A Prescribed Ego

Lemons and Limes

Women and Wine

No More Bones for You

the Power of a Daydream


a Graveyard Gives

Beside the River

Everyday Americans

Wish You No Harm

Wooden Floors

Ride Away


Two Wastes of Life

In Bed at Cheteau Marmont

Jim Sheridan Took My Shirt

Perfect July Nite in L.A.

Independent Lens

Ah, Saturdays

Where It All Begins

If It’s One to Ten She’s a Twelve

and That’s Why She’s Always



Rock & Roll Music

Man and Twelve String Guitar Make History

Friday at 3:00 a.m.

The Way My Sisters’ Children Used to Play

Front Porch

The Devil’s Music

Young Love

Sunny Sunshine

Norms, Values and People Who Think They Have the Right to Tell You What to Do


Escort Economy

Pink Red Dress

Behind the Waterfall


The Ledger

Expanding Universe

Supportive Hope

Johnny English and the Aliens

Christmas Barrette

Max's Kansas City

one pay check away

be my everyday

Take the Change

i don't even know her name

be myself

Black Magik Blood


Morning Sun

Wolf Hollow Inn


Poetry 101: Ecstatic Vision

D.C. Blues

Dear Pittsburgh Penguins

a Hot Mess

Yeah You

Candles and Cognac

It's now a little easier to handle

Thoughts at the end of a long day

She's around my neck like a noose

Instead I wish she'd squeeze my juice

Feelin' like a cold Italian pizza, anyways

And it's just about another day to drive

Another stop where I don't order fries

There's a lot on my mind and on my plate

And maybe I miss my parent's front gate

Ah, so easy to make friends but so alone

It's close to 4 a.m. and I'm rambling on again

There's a place called somewhere I call home

I'm running out of money but I still got time

She certainly smells debt on my new collars

Isn't it harder to make those American dollars

So I drown with the clowns almost everynight

I let go under in a big claw foot cast iron tub

I can surely use a little Japanese rub and tug

My feet are so tired in these dirty stinky boots

And I'm not really sure about these rusted roots Candles and cognac as your nails scratch my back

I'm going to go see a therapist for what I may lack Candles and cognac and I already start to feel back Candles and cognac and I'm feeling a little rockstar Haven't you heard? I don't need you at all to go far

written around midnight December 20, 2008