Gulliver’s Tailgater

The security system at the William Mason Library is on, the lights turned off and we are officially closed. It’s a touch past 9 and getting dark on this hot August night.

“Good night.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Safe drive.”

I check the front door one final time to ensure it’s truly locked.

Stay Inside Molasses

I’m a crazy horse man,
let the dogs howl,
listen to their wisdom

rotting apples tanning
in the desert sun,
tastes just like filet mignon

reminiscing in the back of my mind,
tracing the lineage..of depression,
of addictions…addictions

In the Pit of My Gut

“That bastard’s really fucked up.”

crawling through space
waiting for God to appear
I spit and light a smoke,
inhaling the poisonous fumes
I impatiently shake my foot
and hear far-off voices.

“Do you think he’s dead?”
“he’s been dead for a long time sweetie.”


i feel

…gratitude for having the most
wonderful foster daughter, who
shines her light through my
darkness and has been my most
influential and profound teacher.

…gratitude for the simple
pleasures. A friendly hello from a
stranger elates my soul.

…gratitude for books.

See Your World Through A Microscope

See your world through a microscope
notice the changes and dreams denied
pick the channels that soothe your soul
nothing ever changes but I’m sure you tried

Do you like the way you’re lived your life
Do you change your memory for fun
Show your hand but hide the truth
Smile right at ’em and play their game