Tag Archives: Poetry

Show Poem: May 20, 2016 in Columbia, MO @ Cafe Berlin #poetry


I appoligize
for not playing with my phone
more 

Please forgive me
for my undivided
Attention 

My goal
is not to make you
uncomfortable 

I want to learn from you

It is not my intention
To destroy you 

Muffins are not born healthy

He must train him or her 

Inject them with the proper
Feelings 

Weights on my ankles
Lines in my stomach
Question marks floating in
A bowl of soup 

House flies in the car
Horse flies on the dog 

Pressure treated wood
Clogging the shower drain

Nothing is the way
they said it would be 

Congratulatins!
There is your prize. 

Now you must carry it around
With you all day
Before you
Take it home 

Show Poem: May 2, 2016 / Lawrence, KS  @ The Bottleneck 


Head open up like a clam
A huge beam of light
coming out the top

Sick pigeon on the loading dock.
I want to help
but I fear disease 

I stop blaming nature
For cruelty 

I stand still
Watch real close 

I feel the flock mourning 

The flock is patient
When it’s safe 

Living from one peck on the head
To the next 

Life by a thousands pebbles in the gut 

Surviving between mating calls
Prolonging the dance 

Mother mountain climber
Lordess of the dance class

The crunch of breakfast
Is the tap of your toe 

The pack devours you
Insert the message 

Bring us food
Bring us food 

Empanada sentences
The truth inside words 

Show Poem: KC, MO East Wing 4/29/16 


Tit to the gut
Making love
On a squeaky mattress 

Eggs from a rubber chicken
Protection from the process 

Shitty day after two good days 

There are many things to step in
Many pitfalls when crossing the road 

Laundry is easy, people are hard 

There are cracks and judgement
Differing opinions
Various styles and hair cuts
Often different than your own 

Even the basement is not safe
Sometimes 

Crack research teams
Shitting where they eat 

Eaves dropping on their friends
Jotting down notes about
Watering holes and mating habit 

And we trust them all because they
Listen to us
They talk to our pets
Nod at our confessions
About where we store our gold
And how we stack the deck
Against ourselves
So the next morning
We awake the king and queen
Of the losers
And the lonesome
And the living
Lovers
Of life
filled by failure