Sunday, February 24, 2013

sanctuary

another night
of the
buckley
come too
lately's
and
well
intentioned
addicts
talking shit
and shit
talking
between drinks
but all
you wanted
was a little
peace
and quiet
sanctum sanctorum
now lost
among
the debris
of Jehovah's
temple

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

valēre

another three dollar
hard cardboard
throw-away
lost among
the bits
and peace
of yesteryear
while
the landfill
blooms
immaculate
with our
finite
words
waiting for Kerouac
with no seatbelt on
fingers dancing
in sweltering hot
one hundred and ten
fast heat
smiling at the
BMW face-lifts
and 9 to 5ers
we know
your sons
want to fuck us
the long hair
hard cock
'new romantic'
poets
drunk on refusal
and stoned
on Kaufman's
ode to death
reciting
the fathers
we never had
in the halls
and cafes
of the men
we never
wanted to be
but maybe
the truth
is less romantic
and just like jack
we're all
too bored,
lonely
and stupid
to admit
our own
defeat