You’re Claiming




You’re claiming to

follow a biological

instinct to deflower.


When all along

the secret is to

be a patient









Go a long way

to opening


the tightest



Fresh Lipstick & Attitude To Match





Fresh lipstick & attitude to match
The pretty piano player; a punk rockette
The domestic goddess with a need to be clean
Living on the edge of the cosmopolitain set
Hoarding her guilty pleasures fiercely
The moral ambiguity is a stubborn crutch
Ignoring nature’s perfectly placed laws
But she’ll only accept the light’s soft touch
Wearing an evening gown at her elegant leisure
Within her mind, no better way to take a selfie
She’s blunt with her standards & expectations
But lucky for us all, my poems are gluten free

All The Dominoes Lined Up Perfectly


All the dominoes lined up perfectly
Careful to make sure nothing descends
Foundations & structures relatively stable
We try to mask our fear, but it’s all pretend
The show must go on, in spite of internal toils
Lace up those boots & head out into the storm
Cinch the coat tightly around your broken heart
Prepare your soul, despair comes in many forms

To The Beautiful Blonde


To the beautiful blonde
Who makes me move my feet
Forever will never be enough
Advancing in life, never to retreat
You makes my heart smile
Together as one within our days
Hands held tightly
Souls expose; naked in the morning rays

That Girl Wanted To Give Me Her World


That girl wanted to give me her world
When she fell in love with me
The sparkle in her beautiful eyes
Trying to be what I wanted her to be
Sure that I was worthy of her love
Vulnerable, but wearing something tight
But I only wanted her to be her
To be free & glorious in my sight

*previously posted on former blog

Cavernous Depression Falling Down Without Truth


Cavernous depression falling down without truth
Wet streets refracting the bitter twilight of the moon
Trenches & overcoats pulled tight to repel the world
A need for answers that cannot wait past this noon
Try to place everything perfectly into its correct box
Finding out the little control we have while we’re here
Knowing the results we wish to see once the sun rises
No need to stay dry when you’re drowning in this fear

Glamorous Morph Of Atmosphere


Glamorous morph of atmosphere
Pretty people falling in place
Chamber pieces held tightly
Morning’s warmth upon your tired face
Hope today may be better than
All which came disappointedly before
Recreating ourselves into something
Giving opportunities to be much more

Feelin’ Alright In Your Tight Pink Shirt


Feelin’ alright in your tight pink shirt
Released in a shower down on Haight
Life-altering love spread between us
As we passed under the Golden Gate

Sweet summer flowers rising as I wake
Between coffeehouses on Avenue Nine
You never left my roaming thoughts
Always kept me warm in the sunshine

Walking silently together in the park
Remembering you fondly now as I jog
The weather never dampened my spirits
That old carousel rotating through the fog

Trees shade the bench where you shared
Words of peace, marked by a longing kiss
My view no longer holds ravenous beauty
Freedom wasn’t supposed to be like this