Proofs of Purchase

The following thoughts have filtered from a mind that has been oversaturated with images, screams, romance, text, and sounds since The Carter Administration. If you are not satisfied, then I recommend a double chocolate brownie from Starbucks with a tall bold of the day.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Push to Crawl

Through the stethoscope of fear
Punish walls with fist
Dry stench of wheat beer
Part man, full amazement
Minty fresh leaves
Punch Tyson in the basement
Decay of new millenniums
Commodity of copper
Conduct heat canned
By the aluminum
Push stones to the side
Polished fingernail scent
Unglued, shot with bromide
A snail's pace

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


The city is here
playing the scene of wondertown
as always
I just walk around it
from stride to stride
while its death has been proclaimed since its beginning
before the iroquois
dutch architects
english traders
don draper
bret easton ellis
ralph ellison
dr. jonathan golob
your favorite deejays
some catholic priests
your ex partners
philly folks
cali heads
midwest boys
miami mujeres
but the end never seems in sight
mr. softee whistles
duke ellington still takes the a train as a friendly ghost
central park glistens in the winter ice
i still live in the same building, same crib
same numbers
women still line up at 4 pm for the barney's warehouse sale
then slink into sweaty cabs at spring street
some buy parliaments first
one of them steals bit-o-honey
to put out her hunger
heard through her eyelash
sensed by the unsmitten
we love you for many reasons
they leave you for one reason
they can't hang

Monday, August 16, 2010

The Coals In My Neighborhood

I grab pine cones with my hands
Bare, but protected by starlight
I grab pine cones with my hands
The rush of blood from my thumb
Tells tales taller than Paul
More myth than the Loch Ness
More than words
To show how you breathe
More than words
To show your pain is real
That won't do
Brush of fire
Reach for fear
Jet black oil
Coats eye and ear
That won't do

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

My Cocoa Cure

I once knew a man
Who would walk the line
Pluck a cocoa bean
With a Ghana smile
He would give the bean
Gripped not but twice
Her lips touch the bean
Melting it at once
One day, an explorer
From whence unclear
Shook the trees sideways
From there out to here
Children in Berlin
Smile at newlywed bars
Colored costumes taped
Named Lindt and Mars
The fire this time
Singed Aztec tongues
Which whispered, thrice snickered
At moving gums
The Footsie raises it
From quid up to P
Love and cocoa
Shines from sea to sea

Monday, August 2, 2010


Legend says that curiosity
Killed the cat
Of course curiosity killed it
Because the cat cannot
Transcend its senses
It lives by sight
It dies by sight
Looks can kill
For a cat
The mind of humans
Feels curiosity
It strips neuroses dry
To rest in the parietal lobe
Asking questions
Rolling the dice
For a big Crayola Box
A conduit for its cousin
To light your earlobe
Since no one really dies