Poetry

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On his morning walk to the record store, Glen came across a copy of Chicken Soup for the Soul sitting by itself in a box marked “free.” Glen wasn’t entirely certain what the book was about; he knew it was a self-help-type deal, don’t-forget-to-see-the-forest-for-the-trees and all that shit, probably; but he had either forgotten the…

My Son and Me

At the bar in Otto’s near 5th, both off from work, the heavy foot traffic of silhouetted commuters hastening home outside, and us, here two drinks in. The conversation has just ramped up and he wants to know why I did it, how I could have betrayed our family. The bartender is in night school,…

Interim

On the glassed-in back porch of a friend’s house on Folsom, I slept three weeks on a heap of patterned wool blankets, a large ziploc of granola and a jar of pistachios on the sill. I woke to bus traffic in the floorboards and sun on my face, drank thin coffee and scoured the listings…

Los Toritos

When the little bulls, so-called, rained down From passing rainclouds like little bullets Unexploded, wishing only To scrub themselves away on their armored backs In postures of convulsive surrender; When we, trainees, young men and boys With imperfectly formed morals, flipped them Onto their sticky ridged bellies With wooden spoons, then nudged them On their…

American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin

Over-aged, over grave, overlooked brother Seeks adjoining variable female structure Covered in chocolate, cinnamon, molasses, Freckled, sandy or sunset colored flesh Expressively motored by a blend of intellectual Fat & muscle while several complex & simple Emotional frequencies pulse along her veins. Must be a careful & moderately self-indulgent Cinematographer, modestly self-conscious, reasonably Self-important, spiritually…