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Big Jake

Big Jake’s jamoke is almost bigger than he is, & it’s smarter, too, or so goes the standing joke. & the oft repeated story, his winky has a tear tattoo dripping from its eye. Deloris, his ex-old lady, says Big Jake’s problem is that he passes out at the sight of a vertical smile & she’s pissed that he thinks a French withered...

Celebs at the Beach

I strain myself to get a better look, a good long look at what is promised to be the view of a life time. I’m not a star gazer; I gave up my dreams long ago. I’m a star fucker. All I want now is to look up someone’s skirt or down someone’s pants. I...

Blank Verse*

I’m asked to ignore too much…look the other way. In fact, I should call my poems empty poems. “Never-mind poetry,” that’d be a good name. I’ll write poems about nothing. Poems that say absolutely nothing but say it well. I’ll write poems like Rothko’s paintings of voids, great hollow, pulsating works of art, undulating existential...

Poems of Germany

In 1984, I went to Germany for the first time. Not knowing much German, I became homesick quite soon and, largely bereft of companionship, settled in with my notebook and resigned myself to composing the following poems. Thanks, Germany I have not yet had a poem accepted by The American Poetry Review, but...

The Exxon Poems

I came there because nothing was happening so did everybody else and this is what transpired... seeds praying somewhere in the hard gravel of Exxon like quicksand ex cons they got away with most of their shit the cops could never figure you out which one did what because they had the same name The fuzz would show up at...