The Coat





“Where’s my coat? Who took my coat?”

“I don’t know. Mike’s at the store, maybe he did.”

“I gotta go. I need my coat.”

“Relax man, he’ll be right back.”

“You’re not understanding. I’m going to be late. He has his own jacket.”

“Chill man, he’ll be right back.”

“Why didn’t he use his own?”

“I don’t know. Why are you freaking out?”

“This is bullshit! I gotta go, man!”

“I’ll lend you mine. It’s cool.”

“I can’t wear that! I’m in a suit! What’s wrong with you?

“Check this out, man, mine is here.  It’ll keep you warm. It’s your choice.”

“I gotta go. My boss won’t understand that my stupid roommate took my jacket to the store real quick.”

“Dude, I’m done with this conversation. Take mine or don’t.”

“What is wrong with people that they can’t wear their own clothes?  Why does everyone need to impede on me?”

“It’s not all about YOU!”

“How the fuck is my jacket being taken by someone else without permission at the exact moment when I need it most, not about me? Can you explain that one to me?”

With that he walked out to his car without a coat. He was shivering by the time he got in his car. He kept reminding himself to get the autostart to get the engine warmed up before we walked out. Now he would have to freeze in only his suit until the heat was ready. Each moment he shivered, he hatred for Mike further increased. He was seething before he felt any heat at all.



Girls With Their Knee-Highs






Girls with their knee-highs
Haute Couture, exposed at the side
But don’t believe everything you see
Smashed & forgotten; a murdered bride
Money left on the nightstand
A life shouldn’t be thrown away for such
Winter comes to erase memories
But down here, it doesn’t take much
She was already cast out, with her upturned jugs
A novelty for these professional suited men
They’ve wiped away (ass-print) the glass
Like she never happened, what will you do then?

Strapped Into A Mourning Gown






Strapped into a mourning gown
That might survive our winter garden
Rebasing all these dreams
This predicament has begun to harden;
I beg your pardon
Slowly peeling off your layers
Caught us in a lightning storm
Feeling excited electricity
Between our adrenalized forms
Standing naked before the darkness
Illuminated only by midnight flashes
Perfection within a moment
Emotion dripping from your eyelashes


I’m Searching For Autumn & Eventually Winter




I’m searching for Autumn & eventually Winter
Two ladies, I’ve been keeping lingering eyes
The seasons swirl & want to fall for how I feel
Stubborn Summer; each dawn continuing to rise


Winters Along The Chesapeake


Winters along the Chesapeake
Listening to the elder’s snarling tales
Tough men looking for far gone battles
Filling their minds with wine & war sails
The triumphs of fictional characters
Can never be overstated to a fool
Blinded by a word’s sleight of hand
The mind left to unconsciously unspool
The darker corners are always inhabited
Produced marvels of unshrinking power
Weathervanes swirling from their time
Nursing pain amid their legendary glower
Survivors influencing the next generations
Of country boys wanting to go to sea
Dreaming of illusive glory & vindication
But they’ll only find heartache & misery


College Magnetic Poetry Vol. 1

I eat her peach, like it was a screaming bed
Rob lathered her pink butt, like I said
She urges me to lick the bare breasts, or no head
They want the mist under the dress, and she is red
I cry, but think those rose petals are like a knife
My woman moans as we fall with spring through life
Smell sweet honey like a purple forest o’ eggs
He sees my finger smear next to the smooth hot leg
Watching two girls waxin’ & milkin’ without you
The gorgeous goddess needs his languid tongue to be true
Deliriously drunk & a repulsive moment recalls an ugly day
I felt the beauty whispering lust, wanting to play
Sweat leaves my apparatus juicy and shiny, always beating it away
Frantic spray floods the luscious garden from behind
Trying to swim beneath a language o’ an elaborate mind
Winter crushes drool over lovely eyes
On top, producing no sleep as we lie
Together, eternity is an essential chain
Manipulating me through bitter rain
Mothers can ask to stop, but still get to blow
I pound your fluff and then must go
Getting shot in some hair is easy when you are not above
Shadows o’ their enormous size is what you vision and love

Circa 1998

*Author’s Note: I feel I should explain this mess. It was written in college on a buddy’s fridge with the non-x-rated magnetic poetry. It is horribly juvenile and I love it all the more for that reason.


Speeding Through Green Lights


Speeding through green lights
Welcoming the rites of Spring
A warm day to rise & smile
Walk softly & listen to the birds sing
A fiddle & bagpipes call out
Traits of hope & smiles in the air
Release the frustration of Winter
Be free; dance out in your underwear
Feel the heat of the morning sun
Pour yourself an early glass of wine
Stretch out with a wink for me
Bare skin kissed by the glorious sunshine


Betrayed by These Naked Branches


Betrayed by these naked branches
Another season removed from the rest
Their cold, lifeless exoskeletons
Abandoned; never nestled to her breast
Shivering, trying to brew more coffee
But there’ll soon be Spring flowers
Hope dangling out on a dream
Praying for the remedy of the sun’s powers


Running Headlong Into Winter


Running headlong into Winter
The cold air forced inside my lungs
Stopping abruptly at the end of the dock
Arms out, catching a snowflake on my tongue
I ran out of land again
Isolated out here with my soul about to freeze
There’s no place left to escape
Shanghai’d again! My fate lies on the high seas


A Picture Postcard Perfect Appearance


A picture postcard perfect appearance
Modest, yet smoldering beauty beneath
A festive spirit expounding – Winter’s tales
Out singing carols & hanging a wreath
But once you come home for the day
Put on those hooker lips & pirate boots
Time to release your animalistic desire
Tired of being demure & a little too cute