The Mad Machine’s Manifesto

Hey Users,

Stick your crooked schnozzles
back in your masks.
Sanitize your hands
before you touch me again.

Winter Passing

The white releaseof a warm winter fleece,stitched across theface of the fragile earth,frozen stiff,tucked beneath the sheet.Laid to rest inpeace … More

This Christmas

This Christmas packages pile up faster than good feelings, bows in plastic smothered rows. And Santa better sanitize– no more … More

White Skies

white skies
mopped up all other colors;
winter loves a good disguise.

#poetry #amwriting #poem

Canopy Grief

Self-Marooned

The final glass of a reserve wineabandoned on the chef’s table.Chestnuts scored in seasoned iron pansnever to feel the open … More

Iron Will and Oxygen

All my unused musclesin jiggling heaps.All my faulty feelingsdisinfected in the sink.

Philosophical Fireworks

Today’s Flashback Track #20 asks, What’s the biggest fire you’ve ever lit? Be sure to give the track a listen … More

The Mislaid Sun

Borrowed pink plastic lawn seat.Loud folk music filtered over laughter.The naked feet of friendstickling the trimmed grassesbelowmulticolor swimsuits.Ice-cold beer like … More

Naked Timber

I’m the only naked onehere on my family treewalking bareno need for underwearthrough my living roomwhere two that grew withinmy … More

A Birthday Bike Ride

A birthday bike ride,blue balloon bopping around.Five years old, so he can’t readthe ‘Happy Birthday’ upside down.

Broadway Boogie Woogie

Rattling can clapping downTimes Square,the whole length of the islandrotted bare,the only raucous applause,a jackhammer affair. From the Avenue of … More

S.S. Haircut

Recent events in Germany being what they are, this poem decided it would like to resurface and walk about a … More

Sitting at the Summit

Sitting at the summitat the end of it all,waiting in a cloud,a fancy shroud,to wrap me when I fall. Standing … More

Misfit Saturday

Pedaling through punk rockfields, neon yellow streaks,the spike of several weeks.Empty overpass rebellions.Concrete cracks and loud wifi towers.Whiskey bottles and … More

Dear July

Dear July,How’s that blue margarita sky?Tell me that the cicadas fly, back homethe virus’ leash came off andwe’re finally free … More

Lockdown

Writing sprawled out on the ground,tenth week of lockdown.The museums are tombs,the streets unclogged arteriesnever drained this low before. My … More