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my lip gloss

every part of you
should taste
of it

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literature punk travel writing

hiroshima

i’ve never met

a relationship that

i was incapable of

utterly destroying

trees bent backwards

from the epicenter of the blast

scorched earth salted

in the wake

of my walk-away

spiked heels

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

on the blue line

he had been loudly staring at me
over his new york times
magazine section
for the duration
of the train ride

his trench coat was wet
so was i

that night
i would have remained seated
until the rockaways
to keep looking into his victor mature eyes

overcome with a case of
girl, you damn well know better
i ran through the doors
just before they closed
at the next stop
on the blue line

he stood against the glass
looking beautiful
betrayed

as i held fast to the thought

i have a friend close by
on utica avenue
who always wants to go for a drink
after a day of war

and she
never
gets me pregnant

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

douchepeddlers

last night i fell asleep
reading on the couch
waking at 1 a.m. to find the television on

the screen displayed a commercial
featuring a woman applying makeup in a mirror
explaining to her bumbling husband
who was showering
(and illiterate for the purpose of this advertisement)
that he was washing his face with
her ph balanced summer’s eve feminine wash

she said if it was gentle enough for his face
it was gentle enough for her “V”
yes, you read that correctly
she actually referred to her vagina as
the letter “V”

i take issue with douchepeddlers
who are afraid to use the word vagina

but more than this
i take issue with the false dynamics necessary
to convince a woman
she needs to purchase a special soap
to wash her mysterious nether regions

it requires making a vaginal soap that reads
“External Use Only” on the bottle
what a mixed message

it requires a marketing campaign
creating the fear that your vagina
will smell like swamp snatch if you get caught using ordinary soaps or washes

it requires consumerism as disease
lurking within your female genitalia

it requires willing suspension of disbelief
and forgetting that women
somehow managed to wash their crotches
before 2008

and their is no male equivalent
for a man’s penis and testicles
the shelves are all together devoid
of axe brand cock n’ ball wash
because men are less gullible consumers

remember that

the soap
the marketing
the fear
the dichotomy
the disease

the next time your unwashed anxieties
dictate you spend
another
$7.98

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

modern love

no
i
will
not
send
you
a
photo
of
my
tits

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

for john

he sits back all kerouac
with the holy city rising behind him

he is
the embodiment
of everything a lesser poet ever wanted to say
but wasn’t brave enough to write

he is
my america

he is
the way a man should wear a hat

he is
beautiful

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

american man

i need a man
with a james dean lean
jimmy stewart’s laugh
hunter s. thompson’s politics
jack kerouac’s heart
and victor mature’s face

i need a man with
clark gable’s smile
frank sinatra’s voice
al pacino’s temper
jd salinger’s typewriter
and fred astaire’s grace

i need a man who
fights like jersey
works like texas
thinks like california

but his drinking
and fucking
should be pure kentucky