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

A Prescribed Ego

the addiction had tentacles to grab his needs
past the dark & dusty roads & in the weeds
he found what his body desired to feed upon
and restlessly was temporarily satisfied with
the misguided navigation that appeased sin
within a hollow idol's eyes bent on yesterday
the engine was clean and operated well enough
he just wanted to hang on long enough for stuff
they could prescribe to wet his appetite of inxs
a myriad of patterns applied for ill manipulation
he was 57 and held a proper degree in medicine
so no one suspected that he was a chronic loser
unsheathed the knife pierced the skin of animals
it was his act of revenge upon natural laws which
injected rules he could not rebuke or cast aside
inside a rational mind or the societal boundaries
which hung above his head like religious orders
he tried to ignore but ate at his core until drugged

written 8:33 p.m. thursday, october 24, 2008 / 1833