Two of my poems were just released in the most recent copy of Gargoyle Magazine. I love this literary journal. The editor said it was okay for me to print my poems here as long as I gave Gargoyle first publication credit....here they are! Buy a copy and support printed poetry.
A Private Conversation
Up at 7:30 a.m. A three-mile run. Gardening.
Masturbating. Meditating. Finally I surrender to the page.
The sun is out, there’s no reason for thinking.
I should be playing in the dirt, or fucking in the grass.
I get on my knees instead, ask God to help.
I even throw Zeus in the mix and St. Michael.
It’s hard to tell who to ask these days.
I want someone to help me get over all this
stupid grief and heartbreak I carry.
Stuff I thought I was already done with.
Then in walks John Wayne.
He’s way taller than I thought he’d be,
and has that famous swagger. Dressed
in jeans and a blue cowboy shirt. No hat.
“I know a mighty fine way to die,” he says.
“I can let you in on the gig if you’re interested.”
My body itched and I was sweaty.
I nodded yes.
John Wayne takes a few steps, hands me a pencil,
made me write it all down.
“It goes like this: Don’t practice solitude like Jesus,
remember he was always talking. You keep talking.
Walk straight into the fire. The world wants you drunk.
Just kick the door down. Every day. Kick it hard.
Then love everyone no matter what kind
of fuckers you meet. Love them anyway. When it’s all gone,
and you’re all used up from living, you’ll make a great pile of dust.”
A Good Bluff
The waitress serves with osprey eyes,
aiming for drunks with a steady smile.
She tolerates a wide variety of habitats.
She is hunting for tips, but sometimes she rummages
through their souls searching for connection.
The man in the corner table asks her name,
waits for her to ask his, but this guy won’t get points.
He’s blown all four tires driving up her thighs.
She mind fucks him to drink faster.
Drizzle has started on the windows, the gulls outside shrieking.
He slurs her name one last time,
then turns belly up for surrender,
but she’s already feeding and knows
he’s going to leave her an extra twenty.
The rain outside gets her thinking
about how all she ever wanted
was to be part of something.