New Poems: workings and beginnings., POETRY



You might recall

The moment you tore the valves

Right off my heart.

But that’s ok

I let it go

I went down

To the Wal-Mart

On the corner

Down the street

And bought some gorilla glue

pieced it back together.

And for years

I walked around

Connected to tubes,

and wires,

with beeping sounds

echoing about me.



I’ll mop up the blood

Covering the floor.

And staining the hard wood floors.

And sheets.

New Poems: workings and beginnings., POETRY


well the thought has sprouted
a pecan seedling
roots beginning to sink deep
the thought spreads through the brain
neurons firing
everyday i think about her.

i can’t stop
the notes echo
about my fingers
I think about her body
as she rests upon my chest.
My fingers strumming her
making her sing.

a beautiful red hallow body old epi
i got at a pawn shop
for fifty buckets
i had to totally rebuild her
lost her years later to a pawn shop


The Theory of Relativity and The Speed of Light

All the pretty lights
and blind me.
I stumble,
and try to grab on to something,
to keep from falling.

I don’t know which way to go.
What to say.
The years spin,
faster and faster.
You’d think,
it’d get slower,
cause of friction.

My grandfather used to tell me,
when he caught me flipping the light switch
on and off and
on and off again,
that it’d use up the light bulb;
and that the light switch
had only a number of on offs in it.

My grandmother
just told me,
that time might go by slow
in the beginning,
but it picks up speed,
as you got closer to the end.

POETRY, Syllable Tapestries


It is water

I must drink

Nothing else

Will cleanse my soul.



You will hear it,


Our own sad story.


I’ve made mistakes.

with a kiss,

others, a fist,

some by running

while others standing still.


The sadness?


I inherited.

For inside me

is an unwavering light,

& no place to hide.


Do you recognize me now?