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

Jim Sheridan Took My Shirt

He was jumping in and out the salt water pool
of Chateau Marmont on this hot July Sunday
His legs supporting the direction of his feet as
he made many circles around the pool & chairs,
garden & bath house while on his cellular phone.
Yes, to "Edge." How many people are named that?
"Edge!" his Irish accent sang - and before he could
say another name of only one or two people, "Bono!"
-you knew it was Edge from the world famous band.

The book I'm almost finished with and was reading
"The Living Theatre: Art, Exile and Outrage" had
caught the director's attention and we engaged in
conversation and I was pleasantly surprised to learn
of how he once did an adaption of Julian and Judith's'
Frankenstein. Well, actually, I was fascinated by it.
Fascinated and struck by what another "coincidence."
He pointed out a picture of Coppola in the book ---
And, Jim said to put him + (2) on the guest list for Tues July 15th for Rusted Root @ the Sunset House of Blues.

Then I thought I had heard "In America" - "In the Name of the Father" - Jim Sheridan say, "I guess this must be my tee-shirt" = and I saw him pick-one-up but I wasn't really paying all that close attention to notice petty details as I had started and was continuing to do some drinking.

In fact, I didn't realize until I had to walk shirtless up to my room which made me pass the front desk and people.

After going to bed at 5:00 a.m. I felt like "The Boxer" --- In the middle of a gorgeous bed, in gorgeous sheets in a gorgeous room with a balcony view I wrote this for you---

written in West Hollywood, California
Chateau Marmont July 12 - 16, 2008