There’s a bar in the suburban town next to my hometown. It’s the type of place where it helps to have your wits about you, for your safety and also to fend off sh**-talkers. I kind of like it for that.  As should hardly come as a surprise to anybody familiar with the area, there’s […]

I’m reporting to you now from the breakneck dog show of sensory overload and machine conversation that is post-COVID America. Sitting here, on a Sunday, I have a decent amount of energy. Part of this, though, stems from me only having two jobs right now, instead of the three which I really need in order […]

I fantasize heavily about the female librarian.  . She’s about 70 years old, If you can believe it, Fosterer of an adorable, Slender figure featuring  Unbelievably pointy breasts, Small, pretty hands, etc.,  And a friendly personality,  Which doesn’t hurt.  . We’ve had some pleasant interactions And so I fantasize about  Getting her into a hotel […]

I forget why I even wanted to call this poem “The Teacher’s Vibe.” . But I feel the world.  . I feel its pain.  . And I used to want to be a teacher.  . Once, again, I turn my head, And observe The  . Splendor of the world.  . I’m constantly teetering between life […]

Something about the maniacal extremes Of the seasons, the opaque darkness Of night and the intense Bloodlusting of the hunt, . Seemed to categorize this Mid-bowling-alley expanse of Metaphorical hardwood between Ohio and Chicago. . The fat people stomping angrily And playing lottery tickets motif Was strong and robust When my family moved me here […]

I called my friend up one night and said, “Hacienda.” He said, “Ok,” back, sort of half-obediently. I said, “Bet,” and hung up the phone. It was 5:30 in the afternoon on a Monday in December, faint glimmers of masquerading light left in the grey evening sky. I was there in 20 minutes, with a […]

The piranhas come In rapid fire Dressed as confined rightness And they will hold their positions Of privilege Far after the man with the emotional arc Succumbs And their static expedition Is the fuel on which this country runs, The impossibility of approaching them Galloping in tandem with The general din of the world around […]

I work with two girls doing grocery resets, Cassie and Liz. . We’re all pretty amiable, Tired, typically, Starting at seven in the morning and Doing a lot of work on our hands and knees. . Both of the girls I find pretty enjoyable to work with And I come from a family of myself, […]

The “Edgewood Walk” street sign Hit me like a burglar in the night, In a sense, In that I was in the midst of an obligation, On my break from work, And not in a position to Walk through the wooded, Creek-flanking backyard of an old acquaintance And hijack a canoe With my friends That […]

I saw something on the dark, confined morning, and it kind of confirmed what I’d been seeing a lot of, in recent enterprises. It was a bumper sticker that read, “536/53/537.” It was on a car with a Notre Dame license plate which turned away from Notre Dame, and away from all the population, onto […]