Tuesday, February 21, 2012


Dear bitch,

You make me nausious and uneasy.
What the hell is your problem?
or is it just me?


the stallion.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Inverted Falling

The vessel clanking on the surface resounds,
amidst the bellowing of steam gaining momentum.
He pours it over the tiny pieces of fortune,
the dried flecks take on a new dimension,
a fat, chunky texture that clogs the morning spirit.
Sipping, distracted by the lack of a cage,
time scratching at all his senses,
evoking the image of a twisted, scragely tree branch falling.
As much gravity as on any other day,
today is the day he succumbs.

Rabbitman in the Mirror

Episode finale, rerun suddenly stripped of all hope,
sloshing Cowgirl Creme and cracker, two cups of bean juice float,
nauseous from this twisted journey, not sure i want to cope.

Road's end plummets at the coastline, the aged lighthouse is so near,
but a fog on the staircase at Point Reyes interferes.
The stench of rotten barnacles, reminds of a clinging past,

the choices i've made unnerving, gastric surge now seems certain...
Rabbitman on the wall in 315, i know why you look at me in mirror,
wash these soiled crusty sleeves, draw again from this tricky hat.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


Delicious eye joy,
juicy springs delight,
plump radiant nibbles,
mind digesting splendid sights.

brain tasting ignites,
burning neuronal flares,
exhaled long restless nights.

Skyscrapers meeting
shores of aqua-blue,
the majestic scenery,
if i only i knew.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


In the lid of the eye,
the poop fairy nestles.
Dropping by in wee hours,
a wiggle bears a treat.
The splash, the plunge, the ripple,
while you lay there sound asleep.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

drivel snip nursery rhyme or "look at me I'm a poet"

Drivel snip, drivel snip,
snap there goes the precious quip,
the keystrokes much too quick,
it rolls of the tongue and lips,
but to the mind nothing clicks,
not to see another day,
fleeting poem goes away,
your brain-licking yields no joy,
once again, time to deploy.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Eyeball Sauce part 1

Look at me....
“Why should I look,” a distant yet familiar voice whispered!
What the hell, who is there? I don’t see anyone, who are you I demanded!
“You have to look at the side of yourself for I am your eye cried the voice!”
Am I dreaming, what is this nonsense... I can’t see my own eye!
Again, I was interrupted by the shrieking voice, however, this time it was much closer!
“Look at me, LOOK AT ME…” who are you I interjected, answer me!
“I am the bunk in your eyeball sauce” cried the eye!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Sky Father (Version 1)

As seen on Tom Paine's Ghost:

Glorious fireball,
ferocious inferno,
so gentle from afar,
birthing steamy chasm,
the wind at our surface,
to the universe, a spark,
earth creatures, eternity,
giving significance,
its power so, stifling
delusions of grandeur,
we bask in your glory,
for what is ours is yours,
I hail thee, sky father.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

thine Holy water

Tiny pieces of sand,
flecks spread across the land.
Eroding solvent swept,
springs seeping the depth.
The shaman's gait flowing,
consciousness, subtle glowing.
Wind sweeping through the mane,
toes squishing muddy grain.
Where shore and river merge
the spirit feels the urge.
The same flows through the veins,
blood thumping bathe the brain.
Whitewash blasts into the air,
refreshing soulful dare.
Mists recede to a dream,
like time, a constant stream.
Now the midst of winter,
vector slowed, it splinters.
Fragmented in the mind,
its form, only one kind.
Dynamic blanket sows,
the countless seeds bestowed.
Waiting to tilt on end,
cycle renewed again.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008


The moments end at last, everyone dies alone.
But when the soul should pass, will time still have a home?
We wonder and we ask, we struggle as we hone.
With recalled joy surpass, sweet memories we comb.
Gazing into the past, new threads of light are sewn.
Despite betrayal alas, we will have surely grown.
Across a great crevasse, above the river's foam.
The sun's radiance basks, the darkness, the unknown.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

One Eyed Crow

A one eyed crow sits vulnerable in the snow
Sick from cold, ruffled feathers and alone


He peers up at me, bearing a milk white, swollen, marble eye
Telling myself this crow will live, but knowing this to be a lie


Once a magnificent raven, obsidian wings glinting in the sunlight
Now an old forgotten soul, sick with fear and without sight


Strength of gravity pulling hard on his bones
Tying him to the pavement while he twitters a barely audible moan

But high up in the tree, what do I see?
I see a watchman, looking closely at me

Perceived Isolation

His brother, his tribesman, his friend, lovingly protects
As his compadre leaves this place of suffering and moves on to the next

Perceived Isolation

Everyone dies alone, One Eyed Crow entering the realms of the stars
But remember, there are those who love you sitting watching from afar

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Below the Mesa...

A red sun collapses, a spirit relapses.
Upon the desert floor, beckons a darkened door.

A feeling of unrest, what lurks beyond the crest?
Eyes fixed upon a cave, the scenery engraved.

I fight to turn away, my gaze, the wind it sways.
A dry leaf cracks and falls, to this, attention draws.

My companion cries out, for this, there is no doubt!
I turn back towards it, my startled mind is split.

A crease in space and time, unfolds to the sublime.
My eyes do not concur, with what my brain would blur.

A white wolf? A desert sloth? A moving sunlit swath?
A crescent moon descends, without feet, it extends.

Its shape and form defy, my logic goes awry.
Smoke-like, frost-white skin, light flowing from within.

Its sneaking smile creeps, I know not, if It leaps.
For breath, my reason gasps, its face, I cannot grasp.

I have no thought to stay. Fear becomes, I run away.
No heed of nearby thorns, as if by blood I've sworn.

Many years have gone past, the memory, long last.
I still think of its grin, that eve, I saw the Jinn.

Monday, December 1, 2008


Elegant urbanity,
the barbarian surprises?

Savage douche baggery,
the poet nay!

Monday, November 24, 2008

Swashbuckler's Anthem or Ode to the Sea

Arrggh, she blows abreast,
she flows... arouse... arouse.

Captain`s distress, upon thy quest,
eerie o' yer pendin' death.

Whenereshe sings, her sweet voice brings
shortness o' th' breath.

Arrrggh, she sways amidst,
she stays... arrouse... arrouse.

Have yersef a whisky swig,
dances o' yer splendid jig.

A tirin' view, refreshed anew,
gazes o' her green an' blue.

Arrrrggh, she yells across
she swells... arrrose... arrrose.

Ye heart `t sighs, as her mist flies,
echo o' her squallin' cries.

Oh so fierce, her beauty lies
underneath o' gentle skies.

Aaaayyyye, her freedom 't bestow
yearnin' o' lonngglast ... furlough.

Arrrrrgggh... to ride-to rawhhiiiide,

Tuesday, November 18, 2008


At times thoughout the day,
hoards of zombies come to say,
of what, they do not know,
pure avoidance makes this so.

Without meaning, without care,
language betrayed in lazy fare.
Real thoughts solely introverted,
friendship utterly perverted.

Shriveled vestige all but left,
authentic reasoning bereft.
Perhaps liking to be a sport,
incapable of genuine retort!?

Monday, November 17, 2008


I am the floater,
the plump-bellied,
hairy-chested, floater.

Stretch my wings,
with long drawn sigh,
stare up into the sky.

With short breast-stoke,
float on over,
wading as a plover.

A point of chin,
Engage chit-chat,
Pitty-pat, pitty-pat.

Will you eat my succulent meat?
Will you drink wine from my bota?

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Precious Practice

Pondering her propensity to pick perfect peppers for pickling,
she perused the practicality of protecting her plants from pestulance.

Pinpointing the perilous problems with propietary pesticides,
she prepared for a positive part by patiently pandering to paradise.

Proclaiming a plan to promote predators to pursue prying pests,
she pragmatically produced persistence prior to prominent plucking.

Pausing to position her posse,
she proposed a party at her place.

Friday, November 14, 2008


               fragrant pear,
           reaching the palate,
    splendid warmth flowing from

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Breastfeeding Haiku

Nascent lips seeking
Nestled in a warm embrace
Nourishing suckle

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Miah's Riddle

How do you suppose?
My nose knows my toes.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

A Desert Epiphany

The unabashed,
rabbit on disgusting lawn.
Domesticated habits,
queerly spawn.

Sunbeams seen,
heat suckling water.
Dry desert stream,
insanity to dream.

Andes' hair,
wind whistles sweep.
Electrons dance the night,
organic acids keep.

Eyes meet,
landscape befallen.
Compounded strings retreat,
the old man eludes defeat.