In Conversation

70th birthday poem five minutes left before my 69th rolls over to seven-oh i wait for words of wisdom to appear out of thin air a small revelation or an epiphany god knows i could use one right now with all the nazis in the streets i didn’t hang around this long to have to …

for what it’s worth the homeless know nothing will change standing at intersections begging for a dollar standing in line at the shelter hoping for a cot to sleep on and a place to take a shit in peace know that at any minute they can be rousted their few precious belongings trashed by the …

But I don’t. Sometimes I forget its been one year 8 months 28 days (give or take) and as I’m going home,    I do turn on that signal            nearly pull in the liquor store lot                    almost walk straight to the cooler                            and grab a drink or two because I’m thirsty and I want to feel …

Fallen for You I’m always surprised when people like me. Can’t they see through me? Can’t they see the constant demons I swat away like flies? When I introduce people to my ghosts, some shutter. Others, stop liking me, and instead they love me. For they know what I know. They have seen what I’ve …

Back to Fighting Ninjas Again When I think about myself, as a mildly neurotic, self-obsessed, self-analytical writer of confessional poems and columns sometimes must, and I think of all the amazing feats I’ve accomplished even though I was born without hair, my mind becomes a carnival, a lovefest, a celebration of all things Polish Hammer. …

Harry Threatens To Kill Me In The Law Library Mike Harry was inmate number 3861977 a double amputee from the infirmary unit. He was wheeled into the jail law library Deputy Venus Spivey pushing his chair. Harry’s upper body looked like he pumped iron. Little Venus had got herself a boob job. Both were short …

Having the Last Word I left the apartment building this morning to do laundry It was a typical day on Nob Hill in San Francisco with lots of wind and fog While walking back to my apartment after doing the laundry I saw Harry Denton, owner and playboy of the famous Starlight Room that towers …

Bartenders Don’t Read Nietzsche The short order cook dude from the joint around the block had a rep as a talker. Didn’t bother me any, when motivated, I could talk the bark off a tree, so I expected he was not much of conversational threat. I must not have been in the mood for talking …

Black Boots, Sheer Tops There’s this mom at my kid’s school who really looks like she knows her way around a cock. I see her at drop off every morning. She’s a tough cookie, a dream maker. She has her hair and nails done every Friday and knows a thing or two about the heat …

she’s coming over her upcoming inaugural visit to the poet cave has me looking around noticing a few minor adjustments are in order the bathroom sink is ringed with whisker-bits from a week of morning shaves and the cheap toilet paper has to be replaced with a softer and plusher brand that i can’t stand …