We used to meet at thisenclosed bus stop.Glassed in, like ablurry-eyed goldfish.Diesel morning sadness.We were drunks, dead, andstill dreaming.There was Chuck, Dog,LeftyLuckyand Beth.We shared our minusculeamounts of liquor, and sangold Motown favorites."Mama said there'd be dayslike this."These were the...

The mediocre march into oblivionwhile watching TikTok videosand never reading a book or writing apoem.They don't know the difference betweenan orchid or an iris.The mediocre march intomadness sleeping untilnoon, while neglectingBukowski and Mozart.They don't know howto play an instrument.No idea what...

She left me likeBrutus left Caesarlike a shark attack.My back was bent andbleeding, and I was wellversed in delirium.She had the electricityshut off the day aftershe abandoned me, and I drankmyself into a new oblivion.There were kittens inthe wall--shadows...

The conversation lasted into thelong tooth hours of the night.She read her textbooks and then heard a mouse with its tail barely caught in a glue trap. It squealed as if it were dying. In my heart I believed...

Tomorrow isnebulous at best.A dream of onewho still sleeps.You are alive now.Awake in this freshgreen world.In the planning, weforget to live.Ask the mice and menhow plans go.There are traps andtrivialities that keepyou from carrying on.Funny things happen onthe way...