Freedom lives on two wheels.

  Freedom lives on two wheels.       Soaring on silver winged tips spitting amber across the moonlit sky   Cresting every valley, peaking every winding twisty.   Four wheel onlookers coming up the road   Their hearts...

The Memories

The Memories         Death’s particular smell lingers about   Hangs on a letter, hidden carefully   Unseen and cloaked in a masculine stout   Mentally unwound he trudges woefully   Scared and alone he wanders...

Damages

2/9/2014   Damages   You know what I miss? Late night conversations. Time is everything, but rigid when young. Wasting the night talking all sorts of nonsense. We grow older, but our thoughts don’t. When you’re fifteen and in love you can...

The Burden of a Day.

  The Burden of a Day   I wake up a stranger in my apartment. I’ve lived here for 3 months now, but with the summer I’ve had it’s the first time I’ve stayed here longer than a week. I’ve got nothing and everything on my mind. How cliché. But...

I can be strong

  I can be strong       I wake up and I’m riding your BMW David takes a ride with me and we go   two up and I’m riding to Boutwells Landing but I’m not   working today but in week they might call and I’ll still be busy. ...

Media

  Media   I’ve seen the best of my lifetime taken over by their own minds, ravenous on the pursuit of perfection   Thirsting for acceptance from the disenfranchised in the name of fame   Circling the eccentricities that confine...

Easter in Italy

  Easter in Italy       If you had told me   In a foreign land that   I breathe you in,   A kick inside the ribs   Panging furious and flowing   sweet against moonlight laden brown bricks   turned...

The Divine Letter of “K”

  The Divine Letter of “K”       In my dreams it’s so beautiful but that doesn’t mean   I don’t toss and turn at night clutching   The air I can’t breathe and thrashing at the pillow   That won’t comfort the twisted...

Perpetuated Lie

  Perpetuated Lie       Look up to the night’s stretched arms   Reaching up smooth against the mirror   Where Orion’s damn belt can be seen   On every homely street lying in rows.   The consummation of growth...

LGA to SEA, January 15, 2009

  LGA to SEA, January 15, 2009     Hot off the steps of the jets   Sweeping cool blue turbine painted unclear   In the phony heat. The bicycle man sits   Cross-legged in that damn lawn chair.   Staring down planes...

If I Forget Your Name

  I might look towards the full moon,   And lean towards the eastern rising sun.   Asking God if he remembers your name too?   He might create a cloud or two in dismay.   It’s not personal, sometimes he forgets, like me...