Better Than What’s Out There

He never went out and shot someone.
When he gets hot, he crumbles like
dry wall.

Yeah the petals come off, but it’s not
his bullet. His bullet passes through
everything but glass.

At that point, his nerve is out of his mind.
He runs on instinct.
I look at it as reasoning.

He doesn’t want it to fragment.
It’s not effective, but
if I have a BB Gun that looks like a 45
and I point it between his eyes,

I’ll make him better than what’s out there.

A Back Load

Sleep with little weeping,
dream bitter sweetly,
drink your coffee with dignity and
don’t forget your pride.

Side with the blind sided,
tie down the unbridled,
drain out lying eye lids and
leave the world at fault.

So,your brain has been assaulted,
your body’s been crawled on,
it’s a massive load your hauling,
but you don’t know where you’re

going. To drop it or
to drag it,
burn it
or gag it.

I say,
season it with
changing seasons and
grow bigger than it.



You’re in my closet again
trying on my heels
coaxing my jeans to shrink
to just under

I have a face for you
glued on
golden fish eyes
a sassy little smack
and a painted

for recognition

you wouldn’t know me otherwise

I drank a tube of toothpaste
a bottle of Kracken
coerced my female intuition
your rough clutch

you pinched
my finger tips
dressing them in frilly little

then my neck
choked with the devil’s diamonds

you kneel down
lips to my naked knee
kiss of approval

I am ready.