August 2009
1 post
Walking in the Rain
Asphalt turns to ocean
And suddenly I’m Jesus
Convincing her disciples
I am savior.
I walk.
An orange glittering globe
dances
in front of me
but remains
out of reach.
I reach a river,
Stop for a moment to size it up
Then remember
I am the chosen one
And walk across.
July 2009
3 posts
Old Town
Menco and pan flute dance the tango in the background as the chipped white minivan slides up to partner curbside. “Last stop!” Bellows the conductor as Lady snowflake steps out of her steel chariot. She slips, her silhouette, against the fire of summer sunset, whirling groundward like a ballerina to the final pose- only no encore, no crowd of giddy onlookers to bless the...
The Infection
I lay here
as a puddle,
praying that the chemicals
in my stomach
and in my ass
are able to seek
and destroy
this cantankerous
pain in my frontal lobe
and the burning inferno
in my pelvis,
put there
by the satyr,
who seduced
my lustful human
soul to the
heat of a
luxurious bed
of bacteria
from my rectum
to my urethra,
giving me
a kidney infection.
Street People of San Diego
The following is just a collection of observations I made one day on a trip to Henry’s Farmers Market off Rosecranz.
The Mother
Eye contact
A slight smile
I look down.
Don’t come near me
Pink bleached hair,
Bulging stomach,
Bulging legs and
Psychedelic rainbow colored polyester top.
Don’t come near me
Black high top sneakers,
Black diet Pepsi,
Black backpack and
Styrofoam...
June 2009
2 posts
Were the Day has Gone
2 by 2 we walk
to universal-
over asphalt
begging for spare change
and bearded men
covered in black tar
scalding from the sun-
for a chance to
sit down
and unravel
the worlds inconsistencies
over a short stack
of pancakes topped
with caramelized
inspiration
and a chance to see
our reflections
in the peacock
wall fixtures
and one dollar
mimosas, which
we toast
in the name of experience
and...
