Cross Dressing with Heidegger

June 2, 2010  :: 0 comments

Don’t tell me you have nothing
to wear.
With all the socks,
and other
fashion accoutrement
out there
I’m sure we can find you’

Maybe a green cocktail dress
to bring out your eyes
or something slimming
and fun
to go with this pink fedora
I just know you’d love

as I pull up
my pantyhose
put on some strapless heels
and help Heidegger
with his hair
and makeup.


June 2, 2010  :: 0 comments

Old Jackie used to spend a long time
getting ready.
He could not escape the athlete in him
and felt the need to warm up
and replenish his body
before his next speed induced
writing marathon.

Old Jackie would sleep for days
on end
and eat healthy
and drink mineral water
until the colour returned to his skin,

and then
he would sit down to the typer
and make the switch.

No sleep
no food
no water
(mineral or otherwise);

nothing but black coffee
and bennies
for the next 24-36 hours.

And those words,
oh yes,
those old America honeysuckle riptide
warble raving


featured in the poetry forum June 2, 2010  :: 0 comments

If you can multiply
the number of all-you-can-eat buffets
by the number of hands
you have shaken
by the first kisses with tongue
by the number of one night stands
it should come as quite
a surprise
that you are still

Consider your run of the mill germs
and all the mutated diseases
that dominate the nightly news
and you should not be surprised
that vaccinations
have overtaken
in over the counter

You’re only as clean
as your dirtiest member
and 30 cent whores
with a purse full of mouthwash
are not reassuring.

I tend to lather
and rinse
at least twenty times
before I feel comfortable
in my surroundings.

Sometimes the skin breaks
and bleeds with effort
and then
I have to begin
all over again.

Dearest Providence

featured in the poetry forum May 1, 2010  :: 0 comments

dearest providence
like a bloody nose
dearest providence that no one knows
coat hanger at a cocktail party
propping up the mink like a protean mute
dearest providence
Braille cemeteries applaud you

dearest providence
like a limp cock shower
dearest providence by the hour
beyond the genesis of revelations
you fire your sad carnival
dearest providence
in my bed

dearest providence
my quiet cameo friend
off camera extra of out take obituaries
with glib self-assurance the flesh cogs race
dearest providence
of scaly-armed knowledge
what romance is there left to expound from the excreting legions?
what moments to determine?

Rusted tongue alazon I can’t find your wares
Bergon-Belserina too dusty to dance
varicose rivers that part at the knee
blue-lipped helmsman without a maiden to voyage
and what about the prayers?

the moist towel seminaries?
what about the Sisters of Providence that kneel across the street?
the flag toting journeyman of lonely cinders?
where is the salvation?
meaningful palpitation?
just look the tears that spill for you.

dearest providence
with one eyed closed
a muzzle against the flesh
and still I don’t know.

Rudolf Hess Lives Down by Market Square

February 10, 2010  :: 0 comments

A girl I went with for a time
in Victoria
was into anything wiccan
and kept jars full of roots
and dried animals
in a cupboard
over the sink.

Whenever I said anything was wrong
she lit some candles
consulted her Master Book of Herbalism
she had purchased down at Market Square
and concocted a rancid smelling brew
that always made me sick
upon ingestion.

When she converted to Buddhism
she replaced all her candles
with wooden Buddha head carvings,
threw out all her mystery jars,
and told me that guided reflection
was the way to go.

Once I reflected on why I had stayed with her
so long,
I finally came to my senses
and decided to go.

I now hear through the grapevine
that when Buddhism didn’t cut it
she switched to yoga
and when yoga ran its course
she became a skinhead.

Attending rallies in her Doc Martens
and spending a small fortune
on razors.

The Unofficial History of Fast Food

featured in the poetry forum February 10, 2010  :: 0 comments

The witches of Salem
were flame broiled
on a sesame seed

while you went through the drive-thru
demanding extras packets
of ketchup.

The citizens of Dresden were
deep fried

and I won’t tell you
of the unspeakable horrors
that went into making

the gravy.

The bathrooms are clean
and the condiments

and no one would be the wiser
if I wasn’t here
telling you this

right now.

The Mail

featured in the poetry forum December 27, 2009  :: 0 comments

The mailwoman started leaving my mail
at the end of the driveway
after she peered through my front window
and saw me naked
with a garden hose
watering my rug

to the Sounds of the 80s.

Mail service grew sporadic
after I placed a “Beware of Goldfish” sign
on my front door
and she caught me de-boning some raw Atlantic salmon
with my teeth
adorned in yellow tights
a superman cape
and a 14 inch boning knife.

Mail delivery stopped altogether
when she discovered me naked
and passed out face down
in a blow up swimming pool
in my living room
with whipped cream swirls
on both cheeks of my ass
and a signed Menudo poster
strewn over the couch arm.

I now have to go down to the post office
to collect my mail.

some people scare easily.

Mixed Messages

featured in the poetry forum November 11, 2009  :: 0 comments

The latest apartment
I’ve moved into
is loaded with personality.

The whore who lived here last
left three keys to nearby motels
in the linen closet
and carved the word DIE
in the front door.

It was okay as long as
she used the motels
but a neighbour ratted her out
when she worked from home.

There are some interesting stains
on the bedroom wall
under fluorescence
but the word DIE
carved in the front door
takes the cake.

I was thinking about getting
to send
mixed messages
watch the mailman

flounder with

Asking for Directions

featured in the poetry forum September 21, 2009  :: 0 comments

When I was a kid,
and community leaders
taught me to never approach the car
of someone asking for directions
because they likely wanted to abduct
and possibly kill me.

It was not until I was driving around
completely lost
years later
that I realized the absurdity
of such claims.

Regardless of whether I asked children
or adults for directions,
in the span of two hours
I had seven people run away
four called me a pedophile outright
two a killer
and one shrieking woman beat the trunk of my car
with a stick.

Thank god
I didn’t stop off at the convenience store
for some candy
for the road trip
as I had planned to do.

I’d probably be serving a life sentence now
and I still wouldn’t

have directions.