September Poem 28: Christian Charity

Be it in exchange for an item when

The price doesn’t just round up to the next

Dollar, or just a handful from your front

Pocket for a beggar wearing a foul

Weather jacket on a hot summer day

Who is trying to make change for his next

Cheap pack of cigarettes or a baggie

Of crack rocks. Every human has the strength

To make change in the universe somehow.

But us kids were smarter then to show off

The new, cozy, air-conditioned hall of

The Church of Lefty. Who could handle the

Wafting odor of an unwashed crackhead

In the house of the lord? We sure couldn’t.


August Poem 15: Is as a God of Love

Up to my face like not knowing the grain.

Warn of God’s love and lifetimes of risking

Unwanted caressing of my new love.

I don’t mind experiments of living

Love in a rush to make it into Heaven.

But Hillary is not all love and peace.

She is cunt Jemima. Is living God.

Is this problem surmised. Is as a God

Of love. Love of a beautiful woman.

Love to spot a beautiful woman. Love

On her means. On her fire door. On her

Attempting knowledge. On her beer people

You wanna know. On her Saturday vote.

On her ceiling of black shame. On her meat.

October Poem 3

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Cornered by anger

That grabbed her

By the arm and shook

That smashed her face

With two hairy knuckles


She walked

Into his words


She tasted his argument

A white hot flash of iron

Static and sour shock

Angry thieves of sanity

Mothers of aggression


Tear drops mix

With crimson and

Drip from the corner of

Her mouth

The elixir of love


It was her fault

She knew

He loved her

But blood


A shimmering

Lipstick smear

Her lips dripping


She blots Rorschach

A drenched rose

Bleeding into white tissue