Jealousy (Rated R)

If my hopes for each day include
Finding Jade love poems online
Whose lover compares its beloved
To a straight shot of whiskey and mutters
Something about a fuck-rattled-cunt
While, behind a coy, teethy, smile, it
Cries “don’t compare me to Bukowski!”
I’ll never be disappointed

The Two Worst Things About Customer Service (Draft: Please Comment)

Add
Two twos and a four. Echo eight starts. Add two chicken, add mid rare, add well done. Echo two chicken two rib eye. Kill 23. Echo 23, Crème Brule walking. I have a Ten Top walkin’ in – sell those salads. Echo salads – eighteen all day – four walking. Add two mid rare, two medium. Where are my proteins? Four walking, four working – four salads walking. Kill 34. Echo 34, Crème Brule walking. Ten salads walking. Add five chicken, Add two mid rare, three medium. Echo five, two, three. Five more walkin’ in. Echo add five. Proteins? Four walking, ten working. Salads? Five walking. Kill 45. Dragging Crème Brule. Desert? Dragging! Protien? Five walking, five close. Desert? Walking. Add six

Excuse Me

Miss! Miss? Excuse me, Miss? I notice that there doesn’t seem to be a lot happening here to night and I was hoping we could get our order changed slightly. No, no, it’s really not a problem; you see we haven’t seen our salads yet and I only want to change my entre to a vegetarian option. No Miss, I’m not a vegetarian, but this wine you’ve selected is heavy and I couldn’t possibly eat a whole chicken breast now.

How Basketball Saved My Life (Revised)

How Basketball Saved My Life

I

I was born in the USA
To a parrot-head banker
And a carpenter who
Built my crib from a stack
Of dusty records. Tone arm
And nails, motion made time,
Drove until my crib skipped
a twin bed
On a frame of jewel cases.
Someplace between dropped
“Licensed to Ill” picked up in ‘96
With the music of “Space Jam,”
“T.A.P.O.A.F.O.M.,”
And nine others for a penny.
I heard Tyrone Sneakers
Jonez like Bugs
And again, and Paul Revere, and again,
On repeat and replaced
Both with ten others
For a penny. Jonezed.
By the late 90’s bulk CD storage went mobile.
Backpacks, Cars, Lockers, Class Rooms;
It Takes a Thief.
I don’t remember
When I became one.

II

In about four iambs a student will begin to learn:

That angry highs would be a Cause of Death without
A soothing, fine toothed, Blowout Comb:

That though the story of life would be told by the dead Gurus,
His own Eyedeas and Abilities would not be out-done;

That Pro-Pain and Blazing Arrows burn the apocalyptic veil
Over Summer Time Pool Parties observed by a proud sun:

That Because of Tyrone Sneakers Dan
Learned to sing the Champion’s Requiem.

III

the search for greener grass
may in fact be killing it
bringing rise to the pyres
of dust that have settled
on the cracked, empty, Jewels.
what i remember:
i stood on the bank of the brook
and thought how falling in
was like committing
in the same way that the
ocean commits to the sky
at the farthest expanse.

then I crossed at the bridge
and I never thought to go back.

plastic epitaph

the search for greener grass
may in fact be killing it
bringing rise to the pyres
of dust that have settled
on the cracked, empty, Jewels.
what i remember:
i stood on the bank of the brook
and thought how falling in
was like committing
in the same way that the
ocean commits to the sky
at its farthest expanse.

then I crossed at the bridge
and I never thought to go back.

“To Die Would Be a Great Adventure”

I have no use today
For the calm tones of nature.
I did not come to the wild
To be handled gently
Or spoken to softly. I came
For the peace in breathless humility
That only appears to a mind
Tasked with living another second.

Bring Wind! Bring Fire!
Bring Earth! Bring Water!
These are the voices
With which I wish to match wits.

Beautiful Day Out, Isn’t It?

I’m not supposed to just say that it breaks my heart.
Instead, my job is to express, using crafty syntax
And carefully chosen metaphors, reminders of heartbreak
That trap the reader in my lines with comfortable
White space flooding, but not quite suffocating, them
But here I am considering what that fat green metallic horse-fly,
Trapped between my closed window and the screen designed
To keep him out, might perceive a window and a screen to be
While it drums hopefully from one to the other and again.