BEER: A MAN'S BEST FRIEND

my beer gut
grows again
as i take my
nine in the
shower and
drink it like
the date that
didn't happen.

THE SKY IS FALLING

the spectre of rugrats
drinking frappuccinos
and constantly celling
scares the shit outta
me - i was not that kid.

SMW ISO SWF

To the girl walking down the Bedford L steps
Clutching the Pepsi can in her teeth-
I should've growled or told you I like your style.
Wanna meet for a nice cold Coke???

THIN LINE THICKENNING

every day starts with a
question mark and ends
with an exclamation point
or a comma or at least
the promise of another
question mark ?
i shove into the morning
on the morning train
and feel the splitting
of souls to separate yet
synchronous destinies
like a cosmic whoosh
exiting a tight vacuum
leaving room for little
but room for something
for no container exists
without space for some
thing?

FIFE AND DRUM

i'd drink this toast to you, my friend,
but the beer belched all over itself.
i'd bottoms up for you, my friend,
but my crossed eyes are seeing elves.
i'd say "cheers" to you, my friend,
but the beer fell off the damn shelf.
i'd drink this beer for you, my friend
but you drank the last beer yourself.
bitch! and so the night meets its end.

PIECE O' PEACE

Everybody wants a piece.
And the time I got is nill,
and even the time that
rests above is not mine,
and won’t be. Cuz every
body wants (a) peace.

UNDERGROUND

the wait and wait and
roar of rushing air
pushing
metal on metal
deceleration
like demons descending
rushing in, pushing to get out
an ambiguously cheerful voice
whooshing doors
brakes release
metal on metal
air rushing away
fading, brakelights
hurry up and wait
again.

TRANQUILO TAXI

the familiar, waiting while hailing
explaining, rushing off
quick stop, jostle, shudder
window down, head craned
out the window
nodding off
stop go
racing, halting
again
night air
tequila teeth
dragon breath
startled awake
there too quick
ticker tape printing
money exchange
stumble from backseat
slam door
poorer but home
sweet home.

SELF LOSING STEAM

i think (slap!)
of myself as smart, or at least not stoopid
and good-looking, at least moderately so
and worthy of at least a little respect.
but some days it feels the world exists
to cut me down to size, chisel at my illusion,
to prove beyond the shadow of a doubt
that, yes indeed, i suck, and always will,
that i'm a fuckin momo,
a chore just to look at,
and no fun to be around.
that, in my little nutshell,
i' not worth a fucking damn.
these days i feel like elliott smith
but with no musical ability to sing
my song of shit.
if i could confide
or go for a ride
or share a hug
i might be
alright.

IT'S ALL GOOD IN THE HOOD

hard rain's comin down now in
handful claps on the open win
dows and only Goddess knows
for sure-shit where we go now
if to bright-lit Broadway shows
or the softest share of the plow
either way or which or whither
here or there, hither or thither.

G

i only put the G on
so the red underline
will go away
and leave me the fuck
(inG) alone.

PULL HARDER!

the dental assistant raked and scraped
my tarred and feathered teeth
as the rain began to fall, warm
cuz in hell it brings no relief.
the cold will not come until it comes
and i'll still be sitting here alone,
like a scorned mouse in a city of rats.
and she never called me back
and it got too late for me to call
and most things tells me that she's wrong,
but some things tell me that she's right
and i'd probably know by the end
of just one more long and drawn out night,
which might or might not come tomorrow,
but at least tonight it's not a saturday
night when i ain't got nobody, saturday
night, like the last chance, like
the flutter of a moth before it flies
with suicide wishes into the last light.

THIS LOST NESS MONSTER

i try to pinpoint it
but it slips like me,
as i the greasy banana.
it flows like water
off my hunched back
as it rains on my head.
i try to punch it but
get knocked out instead.
i am both the fire of
and the cannon fodder.
and all i wanna do is
find myself my place to be
but i still can't find it.
inhale...exhale...
cuz it's just that every day
is "one of those days"
and the perks of the city
grow fewer cuz i don't care
about the art or the music
(but i do)
or all the beautiful people
(but i really do)
or the trains and the buses.
i can't climb a mountain.
i can't get no service
in this here concrete jungle
of rats racing like lemmings
toward the brink of exhaustion.

SATUH!DAY

The pavement chunked
The smoothie went flying
The I went down
The head tucked
The shoulder followed
The body rolled
The legs lifted
The I back up
The feet crushed glass
The old broken Long Trail
The bruised toe kicked
The Ace of Spades
The mouth consulted with
The trash can ski
The n
The I continued on my way.