it's alright to be alone

I have no problem

drinking alone

in fact I don’t have

a problem doing

anything alone

it beats pretending

around other people

some find

this depressing

but those are the ones

who need to surround

themselves with others

to feel good

i wanna (from 'nightmares and lullabies", collaboration with Adam Schirling, available at LULU)

Fuck like there is no

tomorrow

tear at each other

under the moonlight

in the darkness where

the sin cannot be witnessed

until the walls come

crashing down

the alarms of the world sound

and we define what

gravitational force means

to disputeAlbert Einstiens opinion

that gravitation does not make

people fall in love

but we do not need love

to empty our souls

only an appetite

and desire to be free

yes

I wanna Fuck like there

is no tomorrow

because I would not

allow the sun to rise

EVER

if given the opportunity

with you

a poem for casey anthony

i sent her copies of my books

i  figured why not

i sent them to oprah, stern 

and ellen without a response

so why not an accused murderer

i thought that she might need 

some entertainment if the circus

she is involved with is running dry

i’m not going to judge her

everyone else is doing a fine job at that

its not that I have no heart or soul

because it is heart breaking 

when I look at pictures of that little girl 

and question how

anyone could have taken her life 

even if it were her mother

but I have no time to ponder

questions I will never have answers to

I did write,

“ if you didn’t do it than your screwed anyway 

because society turns shit like this into a spectacle; 

but if you, did take responsibility you piece of shit"

if not for nothing maybe 

ill get a signed nude pic of her

old woman at the bus stop

i pulled off to the side

to catch my breath and

hydrate myself

during a bicycle ride

it was extremely hot

the clouds were rolling in

with a threat of

thunder storms

i pulled off my helmet

and raised my water bottle

to my mouth

i heard someone mumbling

at me

i looked over and

there was an old feeble woman

wearing a sun hat

colorful T

and spandex

she was just staring at me

i said, “what?”

she said, “your gonna get

electrified”

i said, “ok”

she said, “with the lightening

that’s coming and your metal bike.

your gonna get it. don’t you know

how electricity works?”

I said, “no”

I just sipped my water

she began singing

‘the star spangled banner”

which went straight into

‘dirty water’ by the Standells

and for the encore

‘the letter’ by the Boxtops

she didn’t have a bad voice

better than me by any stretch

her bus arrived and as she stepped

inside she looked back at

me, winked and said again

“your gonna get electrified”

then she was gone

the big metal bus sucked her

up into the city

maybe she was on to something

and part of me was hoping

that what she predicted would

come true

because then i might finally  

get some well deserved attention

all about me

i would like to create
a world of all me
as miserable as that
might be
at least I know how
to deal with me
when
i'm
drunk
sad
happy
angry
sick
annoyed
sex driven

me would read
everything I write
and follow me
from place to place

a world of me
is not perfect
but it would be
to me

it's what i know

advice (from Purification: cleansing of a contaminated soul)

enjoy the time that you have with her 

instead of thinking about the time 

that you don’t

oh sweet girl

she was more fucked up

than I was

popping her pills, carrying

her own flask, threatening

me with suicide and

a relationship to boot

it was good to be the lesser

of two evil doers

nothing like picking

the broad up from the

floor and dusting her off

the pills, booze

and mental illness

had one up on me

they drained her

sexual energy

I kept her by my side anyway

Why not?

the one thing I needed at the time

other than sex with a fish

(that I could get elsewhere)

were the tools she had

to deal with the other bullshit

the last time I saw her

she was still on the floor

licking varnish

her pills, booze and threats

were no good to me anymore.

solitary confinement

I have calluses on

my fingertips from

punching the keys

on the keyboard

as I no longer use a pen

I have calluses on

the palm of my hands

from gripping life

too hard

or

one could argue

It is from too much

masturbation

I piss sideways

to avoid being sprayed

on

I retreat

because

there are too many

assholes out there

who use the

word  “friends”

a little time to myself that i thought i lost

i must have the temperature

at 65 degrees with the combination

of the ac and fan

laying, stretched out on my

bed with nothing but my 

underwear on

thumbing through the pages

of a poetry book 

looking for the right one

to describe this moment 

then I decided to write one myself

because this is the most 

relaxed I've felt in a while