Over analyzing past lives for shortcomings
forthcoming and current
absorbed in porous retreats
retreading water, used paddle for kindling
comfort in capsize
capful turns belly bloat, throat’s raw
from so many unsaid sacraments
over defined these lines we call nerve endings
at least I am feeling something


Ether or

What does it matter
pin pokes
& ink splatters
on white blotter
what does it matter
we’re all matter
we all matter
to one organic thing
or another
we all evaporate
into the ether
either you are
or you don’t care
to be bothered
saunter off
into afterlife
after dismissing
very real knife
in fleeting side

Red Stag

Grocery shopping is much more fun after a shooter of Red Stag,
I say, relishing warmth of belly as cold
hands grip frozen metal handle, King Soopers shopping cart,
thumb scrolls mobile list of mid-weekly essentials:
Trash bags bread milk 3
bags frozen vegetables
pasta and sauce Bocas or
hot dogs bananas apples
or berries
Bell peppers
…maybe a snack
kind of thing. No cereal,
then I’ll be forced to make
oatmeal for the rest of the
Organic, I’m trying to eat healthier
what about processed foods? are organic
processed foods even a true statement?
don’t forget the trash bags, and chips
I want some goddamn chips when I get home,
and some Rolling Rock.
Over in the eggs, I hear a man use the wrong word,
a made-up word, and he laughs, and I laugh
and life is good as I reach for my organic milk.
I grab a handful of snack-sized cheddar cheese
& I head down the magazine aisle, when my eyes are diverted
by a pale, busty, hollow-cheeked model on the cover of a magazine,
sealed in plastic just like my food.
The selling point is a tattooed crest below her naval,
extending all the way down.
“Bound by Ink”
and I think, I’m suddenly interested in getting myself a tattoo.