• The Science of Poetry

    I  The Science of Poetry Einstein’s incendiary ideas  words arranged in an  idea of order  mathematical sequencing  it is the intellectual alchemy  of the dead watchmaker thoughts boiled in time  reduced in a nanosecond of synaptic flash  to the ashen essence of humanity.   The pure black symmetry of silhouette in shadow,  tarot cards tossed into…

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  • My Father has Cancer

    My Father Has Cancer February 14th 2013 “Merciful Father, I have squandered my days with plans of many things. This was not among them. But at this moment, I beg only to live the next few minutes well. For all we ought to have thought, and have not thought; all we ought to have said,…

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  • The Source 

    The Source Each time I hear some pseudo Goth  I Vampire poem  I am seized by an overwhelming urge  to projectile vomit  a red haze of violence clouds my mind  and all I can think about  for the duration of the poetic nightmare is  I want to kill Anne Rice   I want to kill Anne…

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  • Bukowski On The Bus

    Bukowski On The Bus Like U2 the Beats introduced me to poetry.  The language lush, rich, and green as old money. These days we all read a little too much  into Bukowski. The boozed up philistine  postman with literary pretensions. He made it look so easy. And we always go after those girls.

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  • CIRCLING THE STREET SIGN TO MECCA -for Robert Trammel I am with the girl in Black.   straight calamitous hair just touches  the Chinese collar of her priest  frock minus the white,  worn unbuttoned like a holy trench coat as it flaps in the wind over carboned steel toed  combat boots. We march two ebony garbed…

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  • Kool aid and Antidepressants JOEY CLOUDY·WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2015·1 MINUTE I find it humiliating to have to take  antidepressants antipsychotics and mood stabilizers yet it is such a small price to pay to stay out of the mad house, jailhouse or the streets of the southern slums with the rest of the dregs of the…

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  • Idiot

    Idiot “I want to grow old with you.”  and I knew it was a lie  like “Punks not dead.”  It was beautiful.  And I fell  for love. What a  title for a poem.

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  • She Left This

    She Left This Death and I have unfinished business Tonight we get our affairs in order Settle an old score. I’ve been out of commission For nearly a decade, now this is going down. A Kungfu porno, her praying mantis vs my snake fist. She left this? She coos with a smile after I pull…

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  • The White Woman’s Burden “When women go wrong, men go right after them.” — Mae West “Women are the only exploited group in history  to have been idealized into powerlessness.”  –Erica Jong “She’s a rich bitch ya’ know, she was raised by maids.” —Steve Zissui Our master of ceremonies has just been informed that we…

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  • Bathing with Sylvia

    Bathing with Sylvia Before we met we both knew how it ended It’s a well-worn path  To the edge of the abyss  I know it well As a yo-yo knows the string.  We row out to the edge of our oblivion The cyclones dance at the edge of the void. A snatch of the wrist…

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