Category: Poems

I hate hearing about what happened to you. I really do. Hey, this might cheer you up: Libertarians are Republicans that just want to smoke pot with a clear conscience. Thought you’d like that. But, yeah, things are bad. I guess you need to linger for a moment. You can see it clearly now can’t you? Continue reading socratic empathy

the boy having shot up
all there is to shoot up
turned his attention
to the gray bird

if you’re meant to die,
you’ll die
whether you have friends
or a momma or not

the target blurred
in the gunsights

and if you’re not meant to die
you won’t die

a snake slithers through the debris
of the living room floor and scares
out a mouse from its newspaper den

and nobody say a word?

the sun eases into the slack
between houses as stars
lazily bestow their graces

and nobody say a word

damage done out here on the ghost road
i track the highways but never catch them

the city oozed away from there,
i hate to reckon how far, endless   probably
endless miles between here and the old town

back then you’d roll clouds by the lid
and you had to cross the river for a beer