York @ Fulford Arms 12/01/17 #poetry


Sound check, play, eat, sleep
Wash, rinse, repeat
Random news bits filter in

Another day in Dork land
A funny kind of Valentine
The dicks are falling
Like the flags of defeated countries

Working skillfully with
That which is part of everything

Green pepper breath
Broccoli farts
Yorkshire pudding wrap pants

Paisley butterflies
Candy striped pillows
Lavender scented duvet covers
Warm morning conversations
Keep the game clean

And the lights, the lights, the lights.
Just like baby Jesus
They were born to sell.

Tonight let’s tape a croissant
to the moon And dance like our shoes
were made of butter.

Salford @ Eagle Inn 11/30/17 #poetry


I’ll treat you like a poem in progress
To show my appreciation
I’ll treat you like a receptical
For my unwanted artistic endeavors

I’ll show like an elephant
In a thimble
Prepare weeks for my trip
From Kitchen Street to Pantry Lane
Pre pay the reaper
For a window seat in purgatory

Cornish pasta
Scotch tape egg
Welsh Rare Butt

Chicken’s with their heads off
Parking cars .
What a beautiful day to feel stressed
What a beautiful day for sausage
What a beautiful day for Music

London @ Dalston Victoria 11/29/17 #poetry


Scars on my shower curtain
Scissors on my socks
Mustard on my mayonnaise
Tiny pieces of glass in every bite

All the little things I love
All the little names for the dog
Poopsy, Mr. Funny Word
I took the black horse road
I fell a sleep in th bakers arms

Pidgeons in the Pancras
Perfectly in step with love
The precision of feeding birds
The endless spray of cooing and cocking

Palm trees on th streets of London
The burning mowers of dreams
Their prickly skin howls
Like a million open mouths

The repetition is never repetitive
The hot needle enters smoother
But we share the air around us
Talk listen talk
Never breathe the same way twice