line of sight was unobstructed
our eyes flicker
communicating through
years of practice
...
I am not a poet.
Just witness to this misplaced empathy of Our generation.
A tragic inability to identify with others.
A societal alien.
...
i want a girl that plays the violin, man.
oh, so well, won’t you know?
she drives the crowd absolutely mad
but she’s only playing for me, won’t you know?
...
right now
as they drink,
sweat and eye their
potentially profitable prospects
...
you are no book
i can read with ease
like i developed
over night some
...
it is what it is. my heroes: popeye frank zappa and mike campbell.)
A Seashell For Your Hair
she looks like
she just came
off a three day binge
or
some nice cruise
never bothering
to wash the
ocean away.
that dazed
but satisfied look
pleased with all
that crosses her path
she does not take part
in my sorts of abuse.
she will share the space
with devils and spirits,
but kindly refuse.
a simple girl with
outrageous beauty.
what is it that she knows?
where is that spot
deep inside?
that spot where she
stashes strength?
does it even matter
with lips like that?