2009 July:

2009 April:

2009 March:

2009 February:

2009 January:

2008 December:

Jean-Lennon, ya’ caught me peeking at ya’
like a nocturnal Chinese-fish in a cabbage patch,
obvious as a sputnik

dreaming at you, instead of the burning stage

all these legs look creative,
but not crazy
(like me)
no, not that obsessive quality,
not Cobain crazy
no,
not Plath crazy, or Ginsberg, or Kerouac,
no, not crazier than the sanest schizophrenics cobbled in a web with a useless key
the invisible reality, only we see

so, why don’t you recite a poem to me,
shake your balls and be silly?