Well Disciplined Pigs


we’ll play by their rules,

with frayed remains we’ll recount

lost moments scattering our

coils beneath the landfill


but we revert spoiled Children

with too many playthings


Greedy soil

Beneath the fingertips

Tapping the cutlery


Green deposits of strength

These calcified pockets

Of plaque and ambition


The change in my pocket

Jives to their beet

Cracks along the piggy bank

of my youth



Reprimanded again

For rolling

In the slop

Of their decay


Those long pork tongues forked in those

Less than gentlemanly

Cannibalistic tendencies

Charlotte’s custard

Hardens at room temperature

Inelastic and clouded

A Repetition in Sacrifice



The Sun ‘s low

We charge through the shade

The stalwarts evergreens.


the challenges trivial

Could this be a

Hell so simple





on the way to Salvation

Take a knee, take a ligament

Anything for the firmament


Another form

Another life to char

For the muse


that old lover calls my name.

Lowly paces

Through paradise

The serrated hair of sirens


reinvigorated, risen, from cup to


Through the top

Boiled over

what a luxury,

to make

mistake after Mistake,

Content with

The seared forearm

The grafted skin

Ramen Grind


Į got caught between BPA

coated water bottles

and plastic wrap

tip toed somewhere far

from the glare of the

grocery aisle


Those luscious green peppers

only to blacken as coal


Gangrene is a sapling

rooted in tomorrow’s loss


This meager Survival

is much preferred

to their hasty glory.

On My Way to the Gurney



Sheets of burning coal


an aortic tinder box

kidney failure, Cataracts

though Pigs writhe

at foot’s end,

like severed worms

The swelling is foreign

Suppurating fun-house image

Of a well garnered impotence


Mistook a pair of scrubs


For a savior


I’d offer the rest to avoid

their ivory bird

proud of his days


grieving baker’s dozen