when she looks at me like I amalready, sitting on the couchwith a bowl of ice cream or cereal Goddammitif I’m going to be punished anywaywhy not really let myself go? I could really stand to gorge myselfon double cheeseburgers dripping with greaseor donuts and coffee ’til I’m sate-sedatedeyes as glazed as the fritters and […] Read More..
…second horse in the second race. That’s what the guy told mewhen I said I was going to the trackI don’t know him well, but I knew that he liked to betso I kept his words in mind when we went to the track that day it was my first time, I’m sure I’ll never […] Read More..
(picture also appeared on jscrilla.com) just the beginnings of a very nice dinner at miko’s so, as I said, I’m putting up a new poem today. I’ve got another forthcoming, but it will be a little while before I post it, so as to give you all plenty of time to enjoy this one. I’ve […] Read More..
more poems coming soon, I promise! I’m quitting my second job… Read More..
The first walked through the doorbeaming with pride, and eagerexplaining to the hostess, then the busboy“It’s our anniversary,”before asking for a larger table—the two-top doesn’t do the occasion justice shortly after, the other enters, arm-in-armhe’s holding her close and whispering something to hershe tries to suppress her giggles long enough to say“table for two, please”the […] Read More..
When we get all of our clothes off, I start thinking aboutthat girl I work with—she’s half-Asian, that’s good enough—orthat girl in my class who wore her skirt too short one day orthe one who got me off a couple of times last winter, but didn’t want to date me: I could’ve married that girl. […] Read More..
I haven’t been doing a whole lot, lately, aside from working and going to school. I’ve been enjoying my poetry class this semester, and even have been inspired to write a little bit. more should be forthcoming. um…I’m gonna talk to scrilla soon about getting to work on the “collected writing from doublemuse” or something […] Read More..
Oh, the frustrationSitting at the desk with blank pages, fresh sheetsand a pen, filledwith ink that will not flow Focus, I tell myselfFind something to capture but I know that I already have it, it fills me so full that nothing will spill outI want to force it, Freeze it with wordsBe a poet Fuck […] Read More..