A child's lost mitten wrinkled on the ground.
It's winter. A sure sign.

Karla said we should get lost.

Let's go off-trail, she said,
To some distant part of this city,
And we will walk until we wander.

I'd been drinking since dawn,
Not a usual thing,
And yet somehow today
A beer for breakfast,
Seemed like the right thing to do.

Come on, she said,
And pulled me by the arm.
We will edge away from all your demons,
And find a secret place to make out.

Then after, you can buy me a dollar cup of joe,
Karla continued.

We'll chew with our mouths wide open,
Trample down a half dozen donuts each
Then tease-feed the pigeons with samples and dessert.

What if it rains, I asked as I did up my old Nikes.

Then we get wet Karla said and kissed me.

There are people from my past,
Who seem to last and last,
While others touch and go,
Like a footprint in the snow.

Why one becomes a friend
While the others are pretend.
Is an outcome so absurd,
It makes friendship best endured.

Candy canes and caramel cookies, Christmas cards confess,
Pretty paper patterns, pleasing presents to possess,
Charming chatter, church and chamber, chomp a warm cholent,
Rest and read, recharge, reseed, rethink ,reform, repent.

When an atom bomb detonates
First there is white light,
A truly blinding flash of god,
For miles and miles.


Then comes heat.
The center of the sun
Tens of millions of degrees
In all directions.

Then fire.
Everyone is dead, burned alive,
Within
A half mile of the blast
Yes everyone.

Every building burns
Every tree ignites
Everything is cinder crisp.

Then a 500 mile an hour wind
In all directions
Yes 500 mph.

Radiation.

This is where we are.

Do you know those days
When you wake up
With a full bag of damp powdery cement
On your chest.

You struggle,
To get out from underneath,
To wiggle and worm your way out
To get up,
To move,
To run
Screaming,
Hands over your ears
From your own thoughts,
As an evil voice pursues you,
Hunts you
Laughs at you
Belittles you,
Taunts you, teases you, torments you,
With the relentless repetition....
**** yourself
**** yourself
**** yourself,

So you do.

Death isn't a state of being,
Nor a moment of relief,
It's not a next step answer,
Heaven will not sanction grief.

There is a nix and nothing,
After life we fade away
No mix of yin and yang.
Save a breath and do not pray

There is a sign in my neighbourhood  
That says 'Rural Crime Watch".

Personally I like to watch crime in the city.
Much more exciting.

The world is run by middle men,
Buyers, sellers, again  again.
We cannot change or alter course,
A middle man has no remorse.

So what to do when no one cares,
No hope, no joy when yours is theirs.
Middle men make profit king,
Money is not a magic thing.

There are days
When there is no mystery.

Moments when all of life seems used up,
Our collective imagination shop worn and repetitive and dull.

Is it just me?

Things I regret:


I've been lucky.

How do we justify the glee of soldiers killing children.
How ugly every army is.
How grotesque to observe the twisted human mind,
As it celebrates the death of a child with a bullet to the head.
We like  to ****. We enjoy it. We do not care.
We have nothing to add to this universe.
We are a mistake.

Anti-vaxxer nonsense,
The silly,ignorant, dumb.
Selfish fright-filled sheeple,
Beating on the drum.

Science says the rescue,
Is simple, just a poke,
Anti-vax  deniers,
Think your life's a joke

How dare I
With a pirate's pose,
Look deep into your beautiful eyes,
And tell you to kneel.

Touch becomes taste when
You're in a haste.

Fingers as food if
You're in the mood.

Slip your clothes on and dance for me.
Covering up is arousal and allure.

First find someone you enjoy *** with.
Spoiler alert it might be yourself.

Second, absence is a bit of a relief.
Minor irritations are glue like.

Third is roughness. It's a spectrum.
Don't be afraid of it and don't be cruel.

Forth and most important is humour.
What does Charles Dickens keep in his spice rack?
The best of thymes, the worst of thymes.

So there you have it.
Life is easy.
Eat pickles as often as you can.

Little lies
Can often hide
The beginning of the end.

I'm too tired,
Or too hard wired,
Do lunch real soon my friend.

But if you always,
Never sometimes,
Do what you promise to,

The world will bend
And stay on trend
Honesty will win the day.

Me, me, me,
Mmm, me, me, me,
Ma, me, me moo, mo,me.

Then me me me , ma mo me me
A me mo, me me me me.

ME, ME, ME
ME, ME, ME,
MEEEEE, EEEEE, EEE.

Til me,me me me,
A me me me.
Lo me, ma ,mo,mo me.

This is us.

In the stone age people would **** a bear and then rip open its stomach to eat what the bear had recently consumed.

Romans liked watching people **** each other. In one morning alone over 10,000 people were butchered just for fun.

Genghis Khan's armies slaughtered forty million people over twenty one years.

George Bush slaughtered a million innocent people. Two hundred thousand children.

Tell me.

About love.

About kindness

About giving a ****.

Please.

Tell me.

Who can you say is your friend?

Whose name can you shout out loud?

Would they run to you?

Would they die for you?

Would they kneel and cry for you?

Who?

How can candy be a cane,
Why is crazy not insane,

Words are washcloths,
Verbs can scrub,
Adjectives will sometimes snub.

Prepos are so lost and found,
Adverbs increase sight and sound,
Interjections yay and yippee.
And or but my conjunctivity.

Exclamation, question mark, statement in a phrase.
Is grammar always complicated
Why is long life such a maze?

Maja wanted to party.
Pachanga and rage,
Yodel see oooma and tunnel sing.

No alcohol she said,
A stupid juice, no switchin' lanes.

We dance tonight, she said, macarena, gigging,
A grind fest, dry ******* on a stanky leg,
Be ****** and true.

The word spread.
By 11 p.m. a thousand isadoras from Devon,
Mud sharks and ****,
Everybody smigglin' and dimplin' out.

We only have this day, Maja said,
So we bustamove and shuffle.
Tonight. All night.
And we rallied.

I was a chain child, a pookie,
A hellion with a smile,
Tied tight to the backyard clothesline,
No doubt, no kapp.

I got loose. Vicked down highway 2.
Two years old.
Five miles between person a yo-yo
And drunk parents.

I was laughing, lizzing,
The highway clocked up, ripping and running.

The cops finally tagged me, brought me home.
Barely remember but I do.
I was running from them.
Still.

Talking ****, wasted all day,
Bojangling and licking sugar off my blueberries,
Apple peels,
Train tracks in my metal mouth
With a pizza face and party pimples.

Deadbeat dad puking panda,
Me boohoo and *****.
Meta-whining.
First world problems,
Eat me. Twelve years old

We die smiling,
Absolutely sure we got away
With everything,
Until we realize,
That death is at best, a sleep,
And we will awake,
Rub our eyes,
Eager to start all over again.

Marla ordered eggs. Scrambled eggs, toast, black coffee and two
packages of peanut butter.

I had coffee with two sugars and a plate of dill pickles.

Do you love me, she asked me.

I never think about it, I replied, so yes.

Pass the salt please she said and we ate the rest of our meal in silence.

Under moon's soft glow,
Love whispers in the night flow,
Two souls entwined.

In hearts, love's gentle,
Binds souls with a timeless grace,
Eternal embrace

Do you right now, care less or more,
About things you love and things abhorred.

Has life been fair, have friends been true,
Or did you fade from black to blue.

Were things too hard or just a chore,
Would you do less, would you do more.

I know I tried, I did my best,
But it always felt like such a test.

Now death is neither pass or fail,
I'm not afraid, I'm not that frail.

Remember me when I am gone,
A man, a father, a waking dawn.

Amorous and difly eyes,
Her smita cheezin a toff home prize,
Proud oowee **** and roya grin,
That girl be jonesing for my twin.

I love hooya Kally. Be up.

Will you count the loves you've lost,
Those who risked despite the cost.

Or have you ever dreamed a wish,
And remembered every lover's kiss.

Passion pretends to play a part
But only love can break a heart

Have poems become a toasty treat,
Something we make a bit too sweet,
Can I really tell my friends from fancy
Polished words exchanged are chancy.

I always sense the close encounter,
Although I know my choice is flounder,
Tell me once what broke your heart,
Or is it better that I start.

What is love, this stalking lau,

A want, a wish, a whiteoaked blunder,

I fell for you sad rain and thunder,

Do not snub and shame me now,

I live to touch my palm to breast,

It seems to me I have confessed.

Is love a sin, a knot, a test?

We used to roam,
Free range and gallivant,
Rat tat tat down a dusty backtrack,
Smoke a deck under the galligar bridge
No jim-jams, no fear.

It was post war,
****** takin' a dirt nap,
Every hometown winner talking sweet greek,
Every man a lion-heart,
And pushing a ******* fortitude.

It was drunk talk.
Bobaloo and vintage balderdash.
No frenzy off a struggle,
Sad eyes in a cool wind,
Most go boys still shook and escared,
War pins a nightmare, no dash, no end.

In the middle of the night,
When sleep is a drug of choice,
I sometimes weep openly,
A damp pillowcase in the morning,
My oft found re-memory of you.

I cannot live without you.
I cannot die without kissing you again.
Hope and despair have finally won.

Talk to strangers
Eye contact, a smile, a nod.

Be brave and confident,
Other people are not dangerous.

I know your story is fascinating,
Tell it with gusto, a laugh a tear.

Talk to strangers,
You have absolutely nothing to fear.

I am no longer going to be me.

I want to be my neighbour Sally.

She has agreed to discuss it,

And if all goes well, we will

Swap apartments next week.

Sally has friends.

She said they come with the deal.

Him: Hey, what up?

Her: At work. Busy and bored.

Him: Come home for lunch.

Her: Naked Lunch?

Him: William S. Burroughs 1959

Her: Did you know that the title was a mistake.

Him: I know letting you out of bed this morning was a mistake

Her: Alan Ginsberg misread the phrase ' naked lust,' as 'naked lunch' and Jack Kerouac told Burroughs to keep it as the title.

Him: So come home and we will both misread the title.

Her: I won't have any ******* on so be quick.

Him: Send me a pic when you can.

Her : Kisses. Ok if we do it in the kitchen?

Can you Tik Tok a shuffle,
Facebook a thread,
Instagram a selfie,
Tweet that you are dead.

Can you strike up a conversation,
Nod at those unknown,
Talk kindly to a stranger,
Ignore a ringing phone.

Can you love a friend forever
Remember days gone by,
Reach out for a smile,
Stop searching for the why.

International Poet"s Survey

1) At what age did you first feel pain?

2) Have you ever stood in a mud puddle for longer than 30 seconds?

3) Do you, or do you wish you could, eat food off other people's plates?

4) Have you blacked out from drinking too much. More than a 100 times?

5) Did your best friend's older sister teach you everything there is to know about *******?

6) Does death fascinate you?

Results will be anonymously published. Once we reach a billion times a million, times a trillion contributors. Or two. Which ever comes first.

You said forgive but not forget,

I torment and your tears my fret,


I pair in love but you drift away,

I've lose the path each lonely day.


I want to tend and care with love.

To hold your hand with your heart above.


Will you listen to the wind tonight,

And hear me whisper in sad delight.

Can you cuddle a thought,
Take a hot dog to bed,
Feed fish with a hammer,
Wish the whole world was fed.

Can we dance on our heels,
Sing out loud in our head,
Or cry through the night
Holding dreams by a thread.

I had forgotten about making-out.
How odd.

She and I used to kiss each other for hours.

A hunger, a thirst,  a thrill unrehearsed,
Friday night couches and yes I was her first,

Hands of the blind, zippers and snaps
Clothing half off, try it this way perhaps.

Unhook a bra, the first touch a tease,
Old memories won't die, they augment and appease.

Would you rather,
Be insulted or assaulted.

Would you rather,
Be hit in the face with a wild salmon,
Or have your iris' turn bright red and your pupils white.

Would you rather,
Have loved so intensely that you could not breathe,
Your mind spun like a child's top, glee became your all day smile, you felt at one with a vast universe and a sense of awe and purpose  overwhelmed you every minute of the day,

Or have a lifetime supply of Cheetos. All you can eat.

For three billion years we all got along,
A single cell dance party chanting one song,

Constant cooperation and pulling your weight,
No time for scheming, an amazing birthrate.

For three billion years we shared and we grew,
Until one sunny day, one cell became two.

Competition now was life's driving force
Winning, the strongest, marriage and divorce.

But never forget how full it began.
Cooperation was our most successful game plan.

What have I learned
That would be of any use to you?

Hmmmm...

1)You are alone. Totally. And you always will be.
We all are.

2)The way to be kind is to first be gentle.
Train the body, train the mind.

3) Talk to strangers everyday. People you do not know are not to be feared. Engage them. Smile. Nod. Talk.

4) The moment you feel sorry for someone is the moment you begin to underestimate them.

Is that enough for now. Yes there is more. Later ok?

You're it,
She said,
And brushed her hair back behind her ear.

I'll give you a five second head start,
I replied
And smiled at her like a crazy camel ripped on *******.

With a lead like that,
You might never see me again,
She responded
And slipped off her *******.

Something to remember me by,
She suggested,
And let the dainty g string dangle off the end of her finger.

I will never stop looking for you,
I offered,
And held her intimacy close to my nose.

Do you believe in love,
She coaxed,
And raised her skirt up over her hips.

I believe in intrigue,
I posed,
And...

We fell in love on an elevator,
Headed straight to the stars,
Our first kiss,
At my nephew's briss
Everyone smoking cigars.

Life is ever a circus
Elephants in every room.
I"ll hold hands
Till we make plans
Your smile in forever bloom.

I am yes alone,
With cold wandering cage eyes,
My time has ended.
Remember my best moment,
Hold my hand as I smile tears.

He was assertive.
And zig zag.
Urgent.

Guiding her.
His hand firmly in the middle of her back.

He wanted to touch her.
Grab the cheeks of her ***, two bags of jam and squeeze.
Slip his fingers up and under her skirt and put two in the pink.

Buck fever.
Jelly farm her.
Finger **** her.

He closed his eyes.
Aroused.
Verminescent.

Do it she whispered.