Summer and Mean It

Summer and Mean It there's no better season for starting over In this newfound Summer freedomWith short sleevesAnd sun-kissed skinThe hot lips of a cloudless dayAnd I remember what it’s likeTo walk hand-in-handWith someone who smilesJust because they know youJust...

Call Cut

Call Cut just another poem about love stuff you wear love on your sleeve the way they used toin black and white and dramatic celluloidand we kissto the sound of remixed Mozartand renovated Beethovenbut nobody really caresand wewellwe’re not really...

Commercial Break

Commercial Break a poem for Brandon Teena when i was 5 i knew i wanted to grow up to be a madman a wild eyed reflection of white crazy hair where we all drive behind time jumping wheels requiring 1.21 gigawatts to get us anywhere but by the age of 10 i’d learned...

Hello… I Love You

Hello... I Love You a poem for human beings an average conversation with a stranger:”hello. I Love You.” and I’ve got nothing else to offer but cracked ribscaged by the display of my stain-glass smilefragile but full of faiththis is Mea Poet dipped...

You Did NOT Die Today

You Did NOT Die Today some words for David Bowie It’s after midnight now. On January 11th, 2016. You did not die today. And I feel like a total weirdo. Sitting here by myself sobbing uncontrollably over you. Over someone I do not know. And then, “Lazarus” comes...