Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

if you try sometime

my first act of the day
was pulling a william wallace on an elusive fly
who terrorized our household for days

the victory in battle gave way to
cup of coffee
avoiding my email
bowl of blackberry ice cream
and a
deliciously forbidden shot of jameson

weatherman staring
from the kitchen counter screen
with june gloom in his eyes

two tornadoes before noon
nope don’t give a damn
and begin to lace up my running shoes

ear buds telling me
you can’t always get what you want
but if you try sometime you just might find
you get what you need

i start to giggle on the stairwell
giving way to a rumble
gaining momentum into climbing
cacophonous laughter

lately i’ve been plagued
with thoughts that rhyme

“we must learn to make fun of life’s little messes
even when they involve ex-boyfriends
who’ve taken to wearing dresses”

then me out the door
full pop
into the wonder of the waiting world

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

it’s just that demon life has got you in its sway

“Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind
Destroyed your notion of circular time”

-M. Jagger, K. Richards

she runs up the stairs
retreating to her office
after dinner
afraid to drink the water
which may or may not
contain a death plume
emanating from a rich man’s pocket
along the elk river

slamming a rolling stones cd in a stereo
to hear sway
then presses her spine against the locked door
so violently the door knob eats her kidney

ice and snow covering all reality
even the inside of the television
weary of real and synthetic
human suffering

celebrities are the rhinestones
who bedazzle a pile of human excrement

a letter on the table says
her rare native american genetic type
is a bone marrow match that could end someone’s suffering
but they don’t know how recently she’s been
to the sickened shores of new jersey

something will soon blow up in russia
she thinks
and her boss will be too far away
to take any of the shrapnel to the face

her poetry is pissing blood

and the suburbs are a carcinogen
killing us all too slowly

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

hanging committee

oh hell tonight
i am truly my father’s daughter

as much as you’ve hurt me
and still seeking your approval
despite your love requiring sedatives
and prayer chains

i’ll say this once
so you better fucking listen

i know what villainy you’re capable of
and what transgressions you are not

you’ve been strung up wrongly

for once
this is a pyre you don’t deserve
lord how can it be
my heart is
defending you again

somewhere mick jagger is humming bitch
and i’m buying a forgiving round
for your hanging committee

poetry Short Stories Uncategorized

while angels are at war

the skyline of the early evening city
rising behind
soaring diocese minarets
and crucifix adorned steeples

a cathedral flanked by
brick and mortar chess pieces
surrounded by cloudy machinations

god is content this night
to reign only in heaven

for the king is not yet dead
and bishops must be guarded
by mortal men

we glide across marble tiles
fingers laced together
to find our way into the sanctuary

you anoint my head and yourself
after threshold is crossed

asking me to look to the choir loft

the pipe organ sings out not to heaven
instead pleading sympathy for the devil in hell

our laughter causes the sainted statues to turn their heads

swords collide in the painted ceiling
their embers fall
burning our skin

you pull me into
the red velvet confessional
by my waist

i wish to be captured

plunging your hands into my hair
lips pressed to mine in worship

pleading to a heart full of grace

you say,

“my queen, you make me feel so alive…”

i am undone

as beads fall slowly
to the floor