Book o’ Verse

Perhaps it’s just a dream
but I do like the idea
of some days having
that boot on my desk.
Some days not.

I pardon myself for burping.
I don’t ask for your pardon.
I burp. I repent.
Case closed.

He can see
in her eyes
that she can see
in his eyes
the crazy.

As I walk out into the street
somebody's shouting at me
shouting in my face
with his teeth near my face.

He asks me if I'm scared of him
I say no
he says I should be. He shouts I 

As I walk out onto the street
just the very second I leave the coffe shop
somebody’s shouting at me
shouting in my face
with his teeth
near my face.
He asks me if I’m scared of him
and I … Read on Macduff...

Great-great-grandparents Googling me
just checking in
cork thick-thumbed after
After Life.
Pop.
And every time they’d Google me
a bell would go off.
Some bright blue bell,
that would hover right behind my head.
It’d be like “g,” and then … Read on Macduff...

Is it too much
to want to be
the John Wayne
of poetry?

We were so lucky
to be kids
right there
in the sticky sweet center of
the golden age
of t-shirts

Mall-store walls plastered to the sky
with receding rows of iron-ons --
too many to pick just five

And when 

Don’t think of it
as me
eating your sandwich.
Think of it as
your sandwich
hiding inside me
for a day or two.

Rising to greet you.
Pulling out a chair.
Licking clean your plate.
Sanity bread crumbs sticking to the side of
your mouth your chin your shirt until
wiped away soft backhand skin.
Sanity letting you sit down first.
Beached and … Read on Macduff...