Friday, February 23, 2007


Bedtime for Toys: something like a phenomenon.

Friday, February 16, 2007


I see life gone down,

fan blades that beat

down, raven intruders

shooting out

their articles of abandonment.

I want


to ravage me again

with his precision

lips, undecided

fingertips subject

to denial yet holding on

all the Nola while.

Is there a bus

I can ride

to the destination I’ll never reach

the lust I’ll fail to obliterate, the

hardness I step out of

as ghost collapsing armor

Louisiana falls

California calls, promising

such thin walls.

New York waits, potent uncertain,

while I stand behind

heavy red curtain.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

What is the Meaning of this?

Friday, February 02, 2007

Our Lord and Savior? Part I.

Lower Garden District, Louisiana.

So swampy purty.
I wonder how -

That can't be right.


You loot, I shoot.