When the fashion statement itself Is the victim of my internal quills, Consciousness becomes a hazard And expedited distraction An illuminated item in demand.  . Still, it’s in their eyes.  . They play the game —  The whole thing is still a phenomenon To enough of an extent  In their minds That their gazes narrow […]

I’m in the cell phone shop and the dude is doing it in style — a heavy-set Hispanic chap of about 30, with a gentle demeanor, describing to me the condition and potential of my phone. It’s a unit that looks like it’s been run over by a semi-truck, roughly. He’s got a shop about […]

The populace itself is degraded to a vulnerable brand of detritus After the passing of time, The propagation of man Into the open spaces Where psychological need replaces What was once an idyll.  . In my car, I sit, persecuted, Stalked and hunted  By a name tag with a face and Incisors bent on order […]

The patrons walk into the bar, Caulked smiles occluding eyes Of dark, uncertain desperation.  . In general, The behavior tends to be uniform, With mimicry informing most If not all acts and Degradation of others a pressing, Pervasive concern.  . Dark, mocking Eyes scroll the list of taps.  . In minds, thoughts Race back to […]

Sitting in your truck after work With your motor running, You were the very vista of America.  . It was six degrees out And the snow was falling.  . I started scraping my car Next to where you were And you didn’t move And I could feel your non-movement Like a chasm bored before whom […]

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 […]