Poetry
Here are a few examples of my poetry. My Poetry Book --
The Long and Short of It is available in paperback or for
free download
Rush
Sleeplines
I Don't Want to Read Another Poem

The sleeplines on your face
tell stories
of the dreams
you never share
and fade at dawn
before I can translate
Let the wind drown
out
the world
while I fly
blind at
deafening speeds and
disregard
my life

I'm suspended

my own blood
presses hard
against the inside
of my skin

my bones sing out
old spirituals
songs to free myself
from my own
prison

I glide

angels breathe
across my back
shout
"faster!"

The whip
cracks through my
mind
like Belmont stakes

There is no law
or sanity

only balance
as I strive
to make it
past my next mark
Right now

I don't want to suck the honeyed
essence
from your existence with my twisty
straw,
delve into your life and your
fantasies.

I don't want to suppose which parts
are true,
or light candles in my mind for you
to try and heal your scars.

I don't want to cover your body
with tracing paper
and run across your tattoos
with my fine point felt tip pen.

I don't want to follow
your regulated dance
spin in circles until the song is lost.

I don't want to grasp at strings
you lay before my feet
like stray pine needles
from a too dry Christmas tree
that the vacuum can never pick up
no matter how many times
I go over it.

No, today
I've had enough of that.
I will close my eyes
to your words and your heart
to the place under my skin
you touch as if you have been
peering in my window.

I will not stop and wonder when
you stuck a camera on the inside
of my ear to record my fear and
fantasy
before I even noticed.

I will stop and chase my own
boogiemen
under the bed,
adjust the pillows to my liking
and tell them bedtime stories to fit
my mood.

I will tune you out and whisper
sweet somethings
in their ears, and yours,
until I'm fully prepared
to give you another turn.
Blind boy

I see you

the object of my obsession
though you feel invisible
alone at the table
stirring something
in a paper cup

disposable

Contemplating cold coffee
a four dollar latte
half drunk

I am here

under layers of doubt
and insecurity
beautiful in hiding

I try to make my words
sing magic metaphor
secret messages
encrypted for you

I stare

inconspicuously

watch you scribble
in your notebook

between my lines
between your sips
of Sumatra

and you don't even see
who I am
Blind boy