Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

eating meat and wearing fur

there i was

upper middle class
grocery store fabulous
smelling of expensive perfume
made from the tears of persian cats
shopping in heels
where everything costs more
for hubris’ sake

giggling amidst the pork tenderloins
thinking about the weekend
we spent
having too much sex
justifying all of it

i knew you were a liar, vagabond, and thief

what’s worse, a drummer, jesus

but i was raised poor

we were taught
never to waste
good meat

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

under new management

when i was in high school
a steak house in mount carmel
the red river cattle company
closed up shop
and much to the chagrin
of the local bible thumpers
became a strip joint called deja vu

the same place you got to eat free
if you could shove 80 ounces of steak down
your gullet
get your picture hung green on their wall of shame and everything
now specialized in a cheaper meat
spinning around in clear heels on a pole

oh the baptists and harper valley pta lot
were fuckin’ hot
all of clermont county’s husbands were coming home late for supper
so they started gunning for the place
until the titty bar was stripped
of its liquor license

but with no gin in the place
they could now go full frontal
and nobody seemed to mind they were drinking watery pepsi and staring at throbbing twat

i mean this place had it all
biker chic
a smoking monkey
even a girl with one arm

me and my girlfriend and her husband
stumbled in there drunk for a lap dance
on my 25th birthday
he was so worked up
as we were leaving
he hit a light pole in the parking lot

i heard today the place got bought
they’re gonna turn it into a megachurch

in keeping with the theme of sacrificial lambs

it’s funny because the devout
will still go there to buy a fantasy

palpable desperation no less thick

they’ll just be shoving their ones
into an offering plate

instead of some unfortunate woman’s thong

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

rock star

hey baby
how could someone
who says so much
know so little
but it’s okay
i’ll call your meat
cuz you pair well with my gravy
i hope you’re somewhere
learning how to heal
no, take my water
probably not much where you’re going
she doesn’t know
her heart is just another stop
somewhere passed three stations east
my passion is frozen
oval shaped and blue
in your ice box

poetry Uncategorized

things you cannot write

i don’t regret hurting you

i do regret knowing you

you’re the reason why our kids are ugly

i don’t care for the ginsberg poem

i’m not hung up on living past forty

i enjoy a big piece of meat in all forms

i think all poetry should be free verse

vanilla should be outlawed

marijuana should be legal

rapists and pedophiles and corrupt bankers should be executed

incendiary is good

i don’t give a fuck about my cholesterol

the government should forget everything they’re doing and begin again

people should throw out their child’s video game system while they still have some semblance of a soul

put a book in your child’s hands so they read it and learn empathy

take a walk every day

own a dog

be marvelously kind even when you don’t feel like it

liquor is good

sex is good

shut up and listen regularly



i’m falling in love with you



reality tv should end

abortions should be free and considered an act of mercy

women should be paid equally

water should be cherished

insurance companies should be banished

men should not be bashed for having balls

national healthcare need be implemented

all weapons should be melted into a temple built to honor peace

dance to music daily

religion should be do it yourself