it feels like one in the am
but it's only ten pm
washing my sheets
so I can wash my hair
not sure what I'll do
after that is done
it is this ennui?

four in the morning ( Read more... )

morning sun glows
upon pink paint
fan shadow drifts

The blank page
Turns
Still blank
It should be
Soaked in blood
But there is
Nothing
Not even
Shadows
Flicker and fading
And gone
Just
The blank page
And hollowness....

the litter boxes
are full
but first I must shop

my dreams are
art installations
the smell of rain

Most women don't understand
How men are really wired
Don't understand that when
We find a porn actress that
Looks a lot like 'you'
And regularly masturbate
To her videos while
Thinking of 'you'
That such is in fact
A Loving Act...
...ultimately
We are very simplistic creatures
And our needs are quite base...

~I remember when I aspired to be a poet.
Made a good stab it I think.
For a while.
But that part of me is dead now.
And even when I read the words
of a giant like Hart Crane,
they feel trite
and overwrought.
I suspect I need some sleep

[for Kat]

Come to the Coast.
I want to
see your skin
warmed
by the California sunshine.
I want to
swim naked with you
in the deep blue ocean.
I want to
drink you in
emerging from the surf,
as sparkling rays of light
fall shining from your nipples.
Come to the Coast.
I want you.