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

The Devils Music

This song is dedicated to Bo Diddley ... ... ... ... (written June 2 - June 4, 2008)

Is it the Devil Or is it me?

If he's here just let me be -

let me be - let me be - let me be ...

I was just fine

Playing in time

Jammin' my own song

Playing on my guitar

Until that someone said,

"It won't be far 'til Ole Devil come 'round"

"He'll want your song

Or your soul ...

One thing sure It's nothing more

Or nothing less

It's just best to move along"

"Just sing your song

And don't think (or your pink will turn to red)

'Cause before you know it

You'll already say it

And he'll have your soul

For a record that's gold"

Oh Lord, I'm gonna play...

Just play my song

Even if he's around

I'll just keep movin' along

And go see the Saints in town... 'Come Marchin' in ... Oh Marchin' in... Come Marchin' in ... Oh Lord ...