"Articulate douchebag"

Simper, slowly
Get to know me...
Extend the olive branch

Simper, comely
Now you know me...
So take off your pants

I always was a quick one
I always was so bright
Tempestuous and lonely
Some wine to start the night

2014

"Fian"

The creed proceeds the need indeed

But there’s no time to tame the steed

The freed agreed my toast of mead

But there’s no rhyme for men as we

Brimming mugs and ruddy faces

You find them in so many places

Grinning thugs and muddy spaces

The battles left so many traces

We all explain the war to you

We all estrange from four to two

When deranged the war was new

Once was plain and then it grew

Fights aren’t good for academics

Nights aren’t good for those in church

But if you try to speak to us

Might smash your face into the dirt

Esoteric Lancelot

Haven’t shaved since we first fought

Next the cleric blessed the spot

Always shaved and always taught

“Men there is a God for you

He is not old and is not new

He always wants to wait for us

Invented every prayer and cuss"

I spat my juice and thought a bit

“Preacher, you can’t teach me shit”

I took the bread and then I bit

“Teacher, where’s the grit in it?”

He looked at me and knew it true

I left him with a poignant clue

I could be saved and later was

But first I sobered from the buzz

2014

"Jargon"

choice patois
a culture's stroke
it gives them words
it lends them hope
forgot argot
a culture's past
when Dick was Rich
when bum was ass

vernacular
in many ways
is the fiber
of the days
spectacular
were ancient plays
but can you follow
words on stage?

need footnotes
for ancient text
Beowulf
or Dante's heck
we want to strive
for every next
or stay the same,
forget the rest!

2014

"Aesop sez..."

A story that is dilatory

Loses readers rather shortly

A story that is quite concise

Will get read, once or twice!

2013

"Red Heart"

Humble, bumble

Galvanize

Loved her face and loved her thighs

Fumble, crumble

At her eyes

Rubbed her space and once surmised…

“I’m the luckiest man in town”

Found another, ran him down

“Don’t you feel the lofty passion?

Don’t you reel and then imagine?

Don’t you know the place we hold?

Don’t you cherish passion’s gold?”

The man was very shocked on this

Completely blithe and almost pissed

Said “no my son, I’m quite depressed

My place is empty
Always messed

In youth I was quite like you

Until the ones became a two

However you delineate

We do not share a common fate

But I will give you this advice

There will be love

There will be fights

If you cherish any gold

Bury it in many holes

If you return and it is gone

There is no fairy’s magic wand

Fate won’t let you disabuse

So only buy her off-brand shoes

Never argue over news

Red it comes in many hues”

At this claim he was quite shocked

The door at home was left unlocked

She saw his eyes and felt the same

The man was true about his claim

Yes red comes in many hues

He never argued once at news

The closet full of off-brand shoes

But fate for them was without blues

2013

"Art-School Tool"

Feint with paint

Deceptive stroke

Ain’t it quaint?

Artistic trope

Taint the paint

Divest the work

Can’t it wait?

Ya hipster jerk!

2013

"Seasoned Hunter"

Procure the spoor, the track of boar.

Doe yesterday, I wanted more.

Know either way, in lands I tour.

No type of herd, escaped before.

2013

“House of Cards”

Colluding, brooding…petulant

That’s where all my money went

Some was earned and all was spent

Snort the drug, forget the rent

Stimulants can’t always make you higher

Did work fast, but I was fired

Dealer victim to a wire

Fuzz got tipped and then conspired

2013 

Spiderman could never account for the World Wide Web
Yeah, Peter Parker’s boss is losing his patience with recent sales
And they caught him on video
Youtube video from a street-side cell phone
And now an independent study is deducting what neighborhood he’s from
From an excel chart of first-hand accounts
From women who are experts in body type and how men walk, spea
kFrom tabloid assumptions on bad-boy corruption
They’ll figure it out soon
Because Peter Parker’s boss is losing his patience with recent sale
sHe smells profit, off it…Don’t scoff it
The internet is a valuable tool 

2012

“2 bedroom, 1 ½ bath”

The virulent vixen
Sick of the kitchen
Watching her husband mow.
A turbulent bitchin' 
Stage fright during pissin'
He's not just an average Joe.
His clothes are endearing
Not many near him
She watches from the window.
Tired of sex bland
Wires at desk and
Watching the porn star blow.
They're not really liberal
Vote in the middle
Maybe they'll meet some swingers
Dog it does dribble
Fish it will nibble
And quibble for rings on their fingers.

2013

"Ancient Colors"

Decrepit prism,
Witticism...
How long will it last?
Cryptic wisdom,
Witticism...
We all need the past.

2013

“Nation Fate”

An inextricable bray

Beyond the clay

Adobe was here before stucco

A furtive fear

American beer

Not Tecate, but golly

We fucked 'em

Annexed the land

White sun-burnt hand

The curlicue Jew is still Eastern

Piñon at feet

Coyote wants meat

Ablution, one Comancheria night

Natives still here

But in this one year

No nation means no mean to fight

They stay alive

The tribe can still thrive

But they aren't Mexicans...

ALRIGHT?!

2013

There never was a doctor's office
That escaped the early traces
Of the symptoms worse than coughs and
escaped the forlorn faces.
There never was a doctor trained
Who escaped this early lesson
Of the symptoms worse than sprained
It's a part of their profession.
Death is that which binds us all
There's different ways encountered
Some in beds with family call
Or quickly , swiftly found hurt.
Grateful for each day, and after that the night
Even if the fates align, I'll still put up a fight.

2012

"Peripatetic" 

Is there a road that will never change?
Is it still hidden or is it marked plain?
Is it for certain to always be there
Or does the land someday melt into air?

Should we go find it and move somewhere else?
Should we go loudly or should we use stealth?
Should we stay there and move all our things
Or is that a problem for the challenge it brings?

2012

"Concepts"

Building better
Raw performance
More sophisticated from inception to launch
We not only succeeded
We also laid the ground work for others
Tackle one of the greatest
New grassroots
A lot of things could happen here

2012


[Note: This was on a funny prompt for a class. We had to make a poem out of circling phrases / words in a magazine article. I think it's weird.]

"Satellite "

Corporate beams beyond the sky
It makes me laugh
And I don’t know why
Corporate dishes on the ground
Where else is magic metal found? 

2012

"Technology & Theology"

I don’t have a story that could possibly scare you
I won’t have a motive to possibly care to
We know some things that could there true
But pictures are needed to recall the hair-do
Of fathers and brothers and mothers and such
Photos are ways that we still keep in touch
And while you can say that we still meet up
I have shit somewhere else and they’re still an us
Some saved on a disc and some in a box
The patterns of technology were interlocked
Polaroid turned digital the older we got
It’s weird to remember but I like it a lot 
Time makes me oldest and Catholic schools
Taught me to read and obey all the rules
They were very nice and Carlin is too
But in his standup he portrayed them as rude 
That wasn’t my life but I laughed at some parts
They taught me at math and they taught me at arts
I believe in a God but sometimes it’s hard
Worse than the days when I played in the yard
Sometimes I say Allah
Sometimes I say Christ
I wish I could say that I lived life twice
To find which path is dirt and if one is paved
But I suppose that everyone’s saved
Like I said first it was nothing traumatic
But that’s how I stopped practicing Catholic
The photograph changed but you still have to snap it
And you still need some others to interact with

2012

The dumpster in the corner of my otherwise-clean campus

It’s not really what you want around
But there’s some in every town
It’s not abrasive for the sound
But the stench can sure compound
Sure, it’s better than the ground
Where litter is so often found
Manure has pipes to take it down
While this will hold before the mound
A middle man for every fill
All man’s waste becomes a hill
The man in charge? His name is Bill
He’s feeling large, there’s always swill
Or soot and slime, the waste from plates 
Leftover from most every place
Yeah, you should have seen his face
To this guy, it’s scenic waste
Profits reap if you consume
Well that’s just what I’d assume
Keep it up, there’s always room
From full to not like a new moon

2012

"The War on Terror, an interesting way to experience puberty"

A generation of orphans 
will hardly feel endorphins
The Child of 12 in 2001
Could have a son, he's now 21
They rise from the rubble
the next wave of terrorists
You can act pissed
but that's only the gist
Ideologies of anti-war
have done nothing for
their world's poor

Fuck CNN, Fox, and the peacock;
Luck got you in, but we cannot be stopped.
Plasma propaganda pretends peaceful thoughts
When we invaded Iraq, the kid's balls just dropped.

2010


[Note: I actually condone the Iraq War now! Isn't that funny? Long story... at least I can rhyme.]

“Interstate Something”

an asphalt serpent weaves through rolling hills
the ancient and the contemporary mingle, gel
tollbooths generate consistent capital
-alongside dynamite grooves
-alongside frozen Technicolor signs

some call this road "disaster"
I say, "what a beautiful bastard -
Slither towards the seaside faster!"

2010