Life Poems

4 month old

Stop the goo-goo
You senile
Old fuck

Wednesday, the Zero of August   

I hurried for a bus
That was scheduled
Not to arrive at 1:45
Just to make sure
That it absolutely did not arrive
And I am pleased to report
That in fact the 1:45 bus did not arrive
Exactly as the bus dispatcher
Informed me
So happily I went home
Just to make sure that
My beautiful non-wife and
Two adorable non-kids
Were waiting for me
Being satisfied with all my nothing
I went straight to bed
Making sure blessed nothing
Would continue to happen

See it here.

Caught in Traffic

Even this small corner
Is too much for me
Everyone wants something different
This car wants to go straight
This car wants to make a left
This person wants to get out of the city
This person wants to get into the city
And then there’s wheelchaired me
Wanting to get to the other side
Expecting everyone to stop
Eventhough I’m not going
But it all works
I’m standing here ten minutes
And no one’s gotten killed
But sometimes, at night
I hear a thud
It’s all too much

Night Sweats

I don’t even understand the questions
I leave everything blank
Everyone is writing
Why don’t I know anything
What the hell have I done
Teacher says time


Life is like cheap whiskey
It burns
Going down
But then

Spilled Milk

I don’t cry
Over it
Hell, I get down
On all fours
Lap up every god damn
Drop of it


I don’t have a God
But I do have pizza
Which I can hold
In my hand
Bite, taste, swallow


My humility
Is built on
A solid
4 ton base
Of failures