Bravo, Lucifer

The light-bringing, morning star
is oxymoronic;
Unless goodness
is found within the abyss
Of evils’
bliss

Just Wanted to Say Hi Poem

Under a fake tree,
possible cell tower,
you took hilarious photos
(only to you and a coworker).
She looked like a sportscaster
in drag, Tootsie with a pigskin.
I had to explain swastikas again,
Nazis dusting aside worms in the forest.
A parenting book by Banksy
sat on the coffee…

Spilling Embers

Nothing is more alluring
than your mind
and your body
combined.
The way my lips
draw lust
upon your desire,
my hands weaving
fire…

Gummy Worms Poem

Everyone knows I eat like an 8th-century Imam,
but when ISIS arrives
I’ll be caught with gummy worms
hanging out of my mouth
and have my fingers hacked off accordingly.

Fire Extinguisher Poem

Keep the fire extinguisher next to the burner,
and after an hour it will shatter into a snowstorm.
Sweep up the pieces then get to the groceries;
then it’s on to the trampoline
where you tan for seventy minutes at least.
You’re preparing to move on top of the equator.
Store the heat in…

Cialis to Pansies Poem

A guy with a faux-hawk is yelling into headphones.
The woman with no skirt claims to be tone-deaf.
The new pond is rectangular and mostly plants,
and your whole iTunes catalog is spreadsheet plans,

Vile Poisoned Toxin.

Vines from vilenesses venom
Wrap around my wrists
Reverberating toxins
That leave gangrenous cysts
Dark, dank, and dangerous
I have a blackened soul
More consuming than infinity
- Deadened heart of charcoal
My mind is schizophrenic
With thoughts of the depraved
The evil me an epidemic
I’m…

Italian Ice Poem

From an Italian ice stand, I saw a murder;
it started out as a conundrum.
Then it came together like The Village,
and you’re just, like, “Come on;
my republican friends are going to hate this.”

Moth Poem #3

You’ll dig up the park with a brand new shovel

until a ranger shows up with a rule book.

There’s a lot of jewelry just a few feet down

under the jogging trail and the fountain.

Ozone Poem

They picked the cans out of the silt,
hearing the trucks begin to rust.
A bunch of blonde leg hairs were ripped out
at the seams under complete darkness.
A guy did a whale song impression
that took over the piedmont hunting cabins.
He asked about getting a job in Antarctica
in order to be weird and/or…