Monster Garden

bemused by moments

of silence

prayer was gasoline

to that monster he called a soul,

kneeling or supine

never enough,

massage and meditation

tried it all

still engorged on confusion

eyes watched through glasses,

was it all just

steak n eggs

or another sweet cigarette,

he wished to paint

what was placed inside,

no redemption

or sense of morality,

getting more each day

appetites of a man

forgetting where he

had walked before




Map of Consequences

if the tide  crept

onto the map,

would jetsam get

pushed onto paper shores,

riddled with a cargo once


particles of a time when

laden low in the water

movement became progressive

and sullen,

with Captains pressure

overboard they went,

these pieces,

identifiable to the moment they

are relevant,

among them a heart

oxidized yet beating in a rhythm

one would not see as living,

settled on silt,

occasional foam spread over it,

defiantly remained,

becoming part of this new land

forgetting the old rusting vessel

unburdened lifted lighter on the


still did not gain speed,

instead propellers churned quicker

lifting out of water away from the

surface becoming more fragile

then disintegration ,

with a thrum of satisfaction all that

was needed done,

the heart became absorbed by sand

beating within the island,

staining and curling

the map,

remained unfound.

What The Economy Demands

the dog chewed

at the edge of wooden floor

that had just not fitted,

splintering veneer off

creating sawdust,

it was a worry thing,

repeating what it’s mistress

did as she sat on the couch,

curled snug

chewing at nail stubs

and nibbling skin

she had not drawn blood yet

but would not be long,

things became too apparent

besides his absence

mortgage bill gone up

as had utilities,

and the corner store was not

cheap any more,

her purse light on change

a folded empty sack

devoid of sustenance,

one light on

as night gathered up the

stars and let them shine,

she could close a door on this

by getting up,

throwing of dressing gown,

adding make up to a blotchy face

highlighting the best she had,

drinking vodka from the small

bottle now in her purse,

closed the door

on the dog that watched with

tilted head as if knowing something

was going to happen,

loud music swelled over a street

recently cleared of winters snow,

damp and expectant,

voices loud,

beer spilled,

over excited conversations,

latching on to a group and joining in,

she began to loosen

talking her magic,

as the night traveled on,

depths of reality faltered,

as a hand moved under her skirt

gripping a buttock,

something smiled as well

as sneered inside,

tomorrow was settled then.


Relics and Thoughts

there where leftovers on the plate,

piece of meat rough cut,

some gravy over a partially mashed

portion of potato,

plate remained on mat,

on the table,

possibly two maybe three hours

had passed,

she still sat,

his wine untouched,

hers warm only sipped still in hand,

within her mind,

beneath that swept back ponytail


she wondered and placed broken


none seemed to fit,

yet there had to be a shape and pattern,

all nature however ugly took a form,

outside a dog barked,

a trashcan rattled and clattered

cat startled into evasive action,

would that of been the right reaction,

to of been immediate and evasive,

when he came home with first evidence,

his work had extended hours,

appetite had lessened as the need to

lose weight,

change of deodorant to smell like


indications flashed and flickered,

now haunted in ghostly caravan

reminding her of her feelings,

wine glass was placed on the table,

a smile with odd curve crossed her face,

she too left the table,

out on the porch night air had closed in

as a suffocating hot blanket,

occasional cars passed with head and tail

light illumination,

her eyes fell on the moon,

once clear now hazed,

she decided to wait till he returned tomorrow

extending his hands to her heart.


Once and Only Time

jazzmen played it out raw

on sticks and bones,

whilst light probed

smoke flavored room,

sat in illustration pose

talking to barkeep,

ivory  gown caught

moonlight glimmers,

wanting to touch, to feel

contours and indentations,

he knew it would take

more than bootleg whiskey,

tongue had edge that

made words sharper

than meant to be,

gentle approach,

jaguar on leaf littered jungle

warmed by sun,

moved in steps both wary

and purposeful,

a hand upon her side not swiped

away but held a moment

then squoze  in a way that

reasoned back off,

barkeep moved,

ballet of moves occurred,

caught eyes in reflection,

a brown that suggested openings

to a deeper soul than he had

known before and gave nothing


questioning now his own purpose,

she turned face to face,

it made him waver,

pearls sat upon cleavage that ached

for his tongue,

aware this thought lingered,

she smiled sarcastically,

despite the night

a dawn apparent came over


she was untouchable one so

beautiful he would never


lonely retreat defeated in battle

nodding in acknowledgement ,

stepped away

taking a glass from a passing tray,

hand trembling.


California Beaches

sand stuck to her

like pepper on a steak,

i could almost feel textured

braille of messages

upon her skin,

beneath those

pieces of cloth

anatomy to be discovered,

i ache , i pain

she carries on by,

and i take up my pad

and write