See Ya Next Round

featured in the poetry forum December 10, 2012  :: 0 comments

i could run circles
around you with out
getting out of my chair
which is actually a love seat
which actually you’re over already

There’s no need to go on

i could run circles
around you with out
getting out of my seat
which is actually a bar stool
which actually you’re under already

editors note:

Circular reasoning for the yin and yang of a relationship gone bad. Beer, bartender, beer! – mh

Scold to Go

featured in the poetry forum August 14, 2012  :: 0 comments

If I severed my airborne finger
implanted it in your chest
and walked off
would you shudder and succumb
with my accusations embedded in you?

editors note:

Choose offenders carefully. One down, seven left; save two for nose thumbing. – mh

[Hello I’ll Be]

featured in the poetry forum April 28, 2012  :: 0 comments

Hello my name’s Steven and I’ll be
your imperative this evening

Can I…

finish you off
with something else to drink?

Tonight we’re featuring rapid descent.

Decided have you?
Can I take your…


Please relax…
We don’t offer take away

and your chin’s too wet
for any more


editors note:

The downward plummet will be comfy cuz Steven is here to make it so. Buckle up and wipe your chin. – mh

See Vacancy

featured in the poetry forum October 4, 2011  :: 0 comments

in the cathedral

see Vacancy
’sa pissing contest
the board member
xxx‘scalled Vacancy
and ’snot to be
with a silent auction

‘sin the cathedral
of any group
that wouldn’t
an open bar

there’ll be an open bar
quiet art to
be bought with a quick
pen and
for the historic

an open bar’s
sees Vacancy

editors note:

All things are holy, especially the gathering of alms. Don’t need to be poor – just get the alms, dammit! – mh

Pulsing Juxtaposed Kin

featured in the poetry forum June 7, 2011  :: 0 comments

In memoriam of all
the incest wrapped up
in Racer X, I am
going to sit next to
the underside of your legs

There’s no blood and
no nitrous growl rubber
burning salvation- but
not all fluids have been
isolated between us; and
you’ve always been the safest

Speed don’t get up
You’re the closest and if you
do I’ll take to a cold
run- to risk letting
out some identity

I love you enough
to ask if that’s
a monkey in your trunk-
and in two many ways
At once racing and
trying to qualify

Why won’t you ever take shortcuts?
I’m following you around
for a reason- I’ve been on
every side of you, like my
trademark letter-

riled dually each time
That flag drops:
Like Brother let’s go Lover
combine pennants
and become cosponsored
racers- Team Incestuous

editors note:

Why not? Let’s make kissing cousins a team sport! – mh

Bruised Psalms 13 1/3 Wide

April 19, 2011  :: 0 comments

Last Wednesday in front
of the Gap this girl in
a denim mini skirt comes
to me, slaps her hip and says,

Water, you know, was Jesus’
favorite medium, though he
had a thing for rotting skin also.

I think she wants me to lay
hands on her; so I raise my left.

Later last Wednesday, just
outside of the Gap, this Security
Guard in a tailored uniform comes
to me, tickles her chin and says,

Do you always enjoy strangers?

And as I help her again
fasten the plastic around
my wrists, I squint.

I’ve never met a stranger,
only the same lunatic
provoking me in a new
face every day.

editors note:

Can’t help our insanity; we expect a different result from the same action when it’s a different face. – mh