Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Balancing Scales

Jinna with the silver
Streaked black hair
Bronzed her punk boots
The day they wore out
Holes in soles
Cracked leather creases
Took a beating from
Gravel and concrete
Tar speckled
Reckless dance partners
Spilled beer
Caved to sensible shoes,
Utilitarian life,
Practical soul
Still aching for the
Painful pointed toes
That made her kick and scream
Ill fit, inducing a fight
Against any injustice
Now a prop against
A door held partially open
To keep the
Comfortable fit
From forgetting the silver tress
That Jinna still proudly wears
Into justice halls
With her black robe
Now wielding a gavel

Friday, July 26, 2013


watercolor crankdream
painted on inmate canvas stream
fuel another steelconcrete spasm
and Pinny
(you know Pinny)
(Pinny talks)
Pinny rambles on and on
and the watercolor crankdream ends
and another begins
another letter
another letter
another watercolor crankdream
tear it carefully
(and slowly, may I add)

the dream takes Pinny
Pinny takes the dream
and a burn like a burn like a burn
and he can't get more
and can't get more
and the body shakes
(it never goes away)
and insects crawl up inside
the flesh moves and crawls
with a million little legs
in the godawful
watercolor crankdream

my teeth are moving”
says Pinny
and Pinny talks
Pinny talks
blood trickles down
where the flesh gets picked
and the flesh gets picked
where the dreams are stripped
stripped to the waist in a concrete dream
and blackink watercolor crankdream stream
overflows the half-stripped bank
bank of flesh
bank of america
bank on this, my crankmouth man
as the watercolor crankdream
stopping slow
and starting
stopping slow
and a steel post
steel door
steel post beam
reek sweat and steam
the bone is hard but the steel is chill
and the watercolor crankdream harder still

contusion, they said
hemorrhage, they said
no one spoke of the
million little legs
in the godawful
watercolor crankdream
wet and cold and stiff
in a fluidpool on concrete dream
eyes all wide
eyes all glazed
rainbow tongue
hand clutching the letter
of the watercolor

watercolor dream

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Hooked on Fiction

Book hopping from

One scene to the next

Sucked in by

Centuries old mysteries

While browsing through

Crime alley

Killer car, karate spar

Head turning

Romance far

Away, idyllic air,

Tears falling

Too old, too young

For blue hair

Music lair

No liquor spared

For the

Baton twirling

Rebel queen

Competing with

Dusty spurs and camp


Lavender dueling with clover

Enlightenment from
the stars

All vying for an ever short

Attention span

And a tall stack

Of reads

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Leave Me and I Call the Cops

clap your hands again
and jump
scream a little
scream a little
squeal with glee
and a whole-hog food stamp spree
smoke some weed
and lie

take his car
and take his food
and take his mail
you know he's screwed

sweaty stink of
rancid fat and urine
the incense
burned before your gods

limp on the left
limp on the right
(or is it the left?)

poor girl”

enjoy the rancid fat and urine,

Monday, July 8, 2013


Blue liquid enabling
Frothy foam mustaches
To repetitively kiss and shush
Malleable sand,
Unyielding rocks