Blue gray Thunder red and The tread, the dread, the Tires, the soul tires. At the gas station, I remember A man as he taught an eager boy how some One pumps gas. The boy needed Two hands to hold the handle Steady. I think about that moment, Or a moment between us when Plastic … Read moreSurrender/Midnight Blue (Of Course I Still Write Poems)
The color of midnight– The color of your cheek half lit in moonlight The glow against your hair From the nightlight and the faint yellow From the bathroom I just left The haze of the computer monitor–LCD– Or maybe the muted greys of a bar floor Or the blur of a midnight freeway beneath Fuck … Read moreDiablo Rojo / Color of Midnight
[…this poem originally appeared in a San Diego Writers’ Ink Anthology…I think] There, when the air is just like that when you feel it an it becomes sticky, salty, like sand my entire machine shifts gear and I become something else again and I remember what happens to time because it’s like some Kindergarten worm-hole … Read moreMoisture
California—Of all the men, you’ve broken my heart the worst. When I was eight, the coolest Trapper Keeper covers were photos of you. Everyone talks like you these days. California—you look more and more like Vancouver on TV, Netflix. You speak Spanish with a thick Asian accent. You ruined my attention span. California—I am sorry; … Read moreCalifornia
“…like a rare Pokémon…”
To catch us.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought…
WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THEM