Category: Poems

The suck you lent my lobe sent a shiver across my jonquils

Let me be the first to shake your hand, fresh from a shattering kiss…

In the asylum no one sings on key. We sit in the silence, you and I, growing uncomfortable.

In the season’s first sputtering love session she spews a short stack of pancakes on my shoes

What had happened was a moth got caught in my  uncut ambition and by the time I noticed, its wings were in tatters.

Once a father had a demon-haunted son

So, are you available in March? I’m getting married. Your father was a good man. Where would you like the urn?

The Negroni sunset off his bald pate says it all, says diabetes will get me in shape for prostate surgery

Forget everything you’ve ever learned about frangipane. The real focus is the frankfurter, that sweet weight on a plate

Why sheep? They have no superpowers and make terrible pets.