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

New Hard Times Come over You

Uhhmnnn, in the midnite wind
I heard an A.M. voice – say,
Watch out, son, when making
Your choices – You can work
For greed or work just for fun
Just make sure you’re not being
Taken in by a hollow system ---
Uhhmmmnnn, the wisdom is free
Unless you don’t listen to me
And then you’ll pay either way
By being a slave to the wind
You’ll never catch or know -no
Matter how many bucs you grab
You won’t get to know happy from
Anything but what’s out of a bag---
So, just go on your own and heed
What I say but remember everyday
Is a gift unto you and it’s not what
You do but how you do it and, really,
Ain’t nothing more to it than that ---
Watch your desires and don’t get fat
Like them cats on Wallstreet & in D.C.
Yeah, listen to me, I been around for
A long, long years and seen it all – I
Even seen Rome fall and lions roar
When they broke down the doors and
Ate all the mistakes –so called greats
And what was known as the Senate
With orators and those senators just
Begging for mercy instead of steaks ---
So when you come around and figure
Me out I’ll be in Alabama cleaning up
The south from the leftover sinners who
Whipped the horse’s eyes and made them
All scream and cry for having an opinion.

Ahhh, it’s hard times … It’s hard times
… ahhh, it’s hard times … It’s hard times
Ahhh, it’s hard times … It’s hard times

Ahhh, it’s hard times … It’s hard times
… ahhh, it’s hard times … It’s hard times
Ahhh, it’s hard times … It’s hard times.

written 12:15 p.m.
Saturday December 6, 2008