Poetry · Writing


I have to write.

I stare at this blank page

and it stares back

taunts me.

It feeds off me

like a leech it

feast on my fears for breakfast

and sips my anxiety like tea.

Never satisfied

until I write.

So here I sit

Staring through this open window

waiting for the magic.

From a home I can’t explain

neighbor of imagination

down the block from love

Or is it hate.

Next to the house that always cooks barbecue.

That smell that sweeps the block

through open windows

love hate relationship with your belly

as it fights for something more.

Yet, here I sit

waiting for the magic.

Watching this orange fuck

slowly crush our stars

gathering Universal’s Minions

calling himself Gru

wasting on a par 4

stealing candy from unborn babies

from the home that he

is burning to the ground.

Closing our window

after only a few months



Need to-

Look for the magic.

Gather fingertips

the window is still open


Don’t fly

We still have to fight.


Here I stand.


silent page.

Starting at the open window.

Needing to make humans think

think twice

and tell them a lie

that this window

Will always be open.

Poetry · Writing

the day before yesterday

Planning for the future

with a hammer

and a couple nails.

It’s a joke

I know

but it’s the truth.

The nails are a bit rusted

felt like I should mention that.

Bent too.

Head to Home Depot

to have your card rejected

but find a two by four

on the way home.


Buddy said she had

some parts for me,

pity screw.

Looking up already,

call it a note worthy day.


Poetry · Writing


The black panther lives in the rainforest.

This is the home of Faith.

The promising work of a florist.

Home forever even as a wraith.


Enchanting the world with sunny kisses.

Always with you like a reprise.

True nature’s cheery missus.

In spring time, love is carried on the breeze.


Her beauty undeniable by all.

All wanted to see what she could achieve.

Impossible to foresee thee befall.

This panther bows as she takes her leave.


All panthers ache and weep.

Rest now in your beauty sleep.


Poetry · Writing


Clarity- figure all this out,

a problem I didn’t do the math to get.

Waiting by the window, a force

is on its way just sit and enjoy the view

comfortably, didn’t know

breathing would be this easy

an inhaler when I’m coughin’

tossin’ and you’re the cover

when it’s cold out. Just a smile

from you and I’ll carry it

like a trophy from my little one

hold me down, calm me down

and you’re still around.

It’s a full day, a break in May

beggin’ you to stay

the lens of my mind a true find

one of a kind and I’m sleeping fine.

You take away the pain and I thank you for that

If I ever get the chance, bet I’m paying you back.

I’mma be waiting for that

Poetry · Writing

Rant of a Yesterday Boy

What would you have done?

Hiding in plain sight

reading between the lines-

a loss of word.

It’ll keep you up

heartbeat in your palms

and tempted-

it’s a memory.

The rant of a yesterday boy

and today is a day not

for day dreams.

Helpless then but I can

today, said by the boy yesterday

and the day before

the day before

day before.

Poetry · Writing

Ghost Hunting

Well I well I well I

feel like this is it

either all in or all out

won’t tap out fear these words from my mouth

pull it out find the figure pull the trigger now you’re done talkin’ shit

now that’s a foul one-

too dizzy to pull up on.


but this is different shit

feedin’ me all that different shit

bullshit is still bullshit tell me the light has changed

we’re still unchanged until I become unchained and peel off this paint-

some beastly shit

still can’t touch me though

it’s easier to say you’re a ghost then to say you touched me

so just keep your hands fallin’ through

no follow tho and we keep up on

all these ghosts we sight seein’ but it was nice meetin’

just play some duck hunt and leave me alone.


Poetry · Writing

Smile Back

Can hear them all

lettin’ me know this wasn’t my fall

just a small lap fittin’ for a real strap keep talkin’ that shit and I’ll snap

truth to my word you are all absurd

don’t mind me while I have my third

just passin’ by givin’ you all the bird

and I’ll just keep doin’ me and just let it be

keep grillin’ me and I’ll just smile back


Poetry · Writing

Dirty Triumphs

never clean but always washed

splashin’ in the puddle makin’ no waves

– I’m still restless

played it wrong and got arrested

all that studyin’ and got tested

but we were never bested

tied together and protested

hangin’ in there like we’re infested

detested- went to far and now we’re rested.


move over – –

seven on my arm

I still remember

it was never clean but we’re fired up

we won but was it worth it

dirty triumphs

Poetry · Writing

Killin’ Time

I remember when you lied the first time

told me it was the last time

and we’re sitting here figuring out how to end it for the last time.


We’re pulling hair

killin’ time

and never stopped arguing.


Pipes are red

faces flushed deeper then the bowl

like it’s the last time.