Category: Poems


Happiness

June 30th, 2017 — 3:38pm

Happiness

is not a general thing.

It is not a state

it moves

and is digested

like salad leaves

off the plate.

 

Happiness

is not what is.

At rest it disappears

it is the eye of interest

a going there

a doing that

a mind that remakes all

an embracing even of that

which against us might just fall.

 

Happiness

is not a thing.

A car, a child that is mine

it is what can be

what might we always find

never looking behind

it is that fear unfounded

because the eye is up ahead.

Happiness a kind of compass

memory unbled.

 

Happiness

is what is alive.

That is each moment more

in interest

in possibility

how in thought

we can walk through

every door

pushed by the question

what is this life for?

 

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You’re Never Gonna Win

June 28th, 2017 — 1:44pm

You’re never gonna win

not even if you

practice all day,

not even if you

get that nose job,

not even if you

win the lottery or

hit the triactor.

It’s just not gonna happen.

 

Entropy has us all in her

dirty hands.

There’s a loose nut in

every assembly line.

There’s a self-destruct button

blinking on and off

in everyone’s heart.

 

Best to not swim upstream.

Learn to love the toast on the floor,

jam side down

cuz

your ship always will be

going back out again

and

you’re never gonna win.

Get used to it.

There ain’t no Oz, Dorthy.

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Poetry by the numbers

June 17th, 2017 — 2:49pm

There is more plastic in our oceans

than fish.

More guns are fired each day

than kisses given.

We kill over 250,000 living organisms

each time we exhale.

 

100% of us will die.

Despite appearances

there is no tomorrow.

The day is sufficient

unto itself.

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To all my fellow suffering poets

June 9th, 2017 — 1:05pm

I got into my Range Rover

and headed to the beach.

On the way cashed a check

and loaded the cooler

with Patron and Dom Perrignon.

 

I called my stock broker

to tell him to send money

to my bookie.

I put 200 quid down on the 7th

Exterminator to win.

 

It’s a bitch being a poet

lying on the soft sand

cold drink in hand.

It’s a bitch pretending to be the

poor degenerate

everyone wants you the poet to be.

 

Read these poems of mine

‘nd make no

mention of who I am.

My jacuzzi isn’t big enough

nor does heaven

accept get out of jail free cards.

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No Schaudenfreud

June 9th, 2017 — 12:48pm

The question is –

why is our happiness

so conditional on

our subjective belief

that we are better than

someone else?

 

I mean – holy shit!

 

Just think of it.

Our whole culture one

piss den of evil ego –

crabs clamoring over each other

to get out of the bucket.

Narcissists anonymouses

selfish worth

Dorian touch of gray.

It’s everything. It’s everywhere.

No wonder we don’t

have a word for it.

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One Way Street

May 19th, 2017 — 12:54pm

You only get one go round.

No take 3 steps back cards.

No reset button

No buy one, get one free.

No spin again.

No time machine, no encores

Not even a U turn.

 

So you got 2 choices.

  1. Enjoy the ride and hope against hell there’s cotton candy and soda dished out by bosommed blond maidens after

or

2. flash your fleshy bottom at the fair master constantly turning the crank and making things move forward, round ‘n round.

 

You choose.

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Overrated

May 19th, 2017 — 12:48pm

They’re always askin’ me

“When’s your book coming out?”

and I tell them

“Next month. I’m working on it.

Next year. You just wait ….”

 

The postman, the neighbor, my bartender

the neighbor’s kid, the barber, my alter ego.

 

I should just come clean

say what I mean – “Never.”

 

Books are overrated.

The minute you finish one

the thing is dead, rotting

and then what?

 

So the notebooks and scratchins

pile up in the back closet

and the word stays alive in me

as I, like any good poet

find better ways to lie.

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Desire

May 6th, 2017 — 10:06am

I once knew a guy

who was always hungry

even though

his fridge was full.

 

He’d order out while

all the cheese, cold cuts, milk

rotted to hell.

 

It’s like that guy

I heard about on the news

floating for days

on top his windsurfing board

Lake Baikal.

They rescued the poor sod

and evacuated him to the hospital

suffering from severe dehydration.

 

So many of us poor souls

suffer irreparably

from farsightedness.

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There ain’t no Oz Dorthy

April 18th, 2017 — 6:40pm

You’re never gonna win

not even if you practice

all day, every day,

not even if you get

that nose job or

invent a better mouse trap,

not even if you win the lottery or

hit the triactor, 100 to 1.

It’s just not gonna happen.

 

Entropy has you between her legs

and she’s holding your head down

in her dirty hands.

There’s a loose nut in

every assembly line,

there’s a self destruct button

blinking on and off

in each of our hearts.

 

Best to not swim upstream.

Learn to love the toast on the floor

jam side down

cuz

your ship always goes

back out again

and you’re never gonna win

cuz

there ain’t no Oz Dorthy.

Go ask Cesar.

Go ask Marilyn.

Tell it to the moon

and then sit back and wait

for the next go around.

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Quantity affects quality

December 8th, 2016 — 12:18pm

She asked me about

my readership

and I replied,

“A good dozen in a good week.”

 

She looked a little taken aback

and I could see her

saying to herself,

“How we gonna sell that?”

 

The deal fell through

and I tucked my dream

of being an internet millionaire

under the pillow

in the spare bedroom

where I sleep when

I know I’ll wake up

with a really big hangover.

 

I’m not a numbers guy.

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