Tom Waits – Small Change

Tom Waits was a man with a voice like burnt gravel and the mannerisms of Heath Ledger’s Joker. He sounded like Louis Armstrong when he sang. You don’t expect that voice to come out of him when you first glimpse this thin, junky like, haggard man on the album cover of Small Change. That voice…

An Art: the Rules of Which are Ambiguous and Hard to Dispute.

This is a poem. Don”t believe me? Prove it.   That’s the whole poem. Clever isn’t it? (he said sardonically). I was just going to upload the picture and that’s it but it didn’t seem like enough, so now I’m writing more words. Do you see them? Wow, that was a metaphysical  question. Can you…

The Ignoble Poet

It occurs to the Ignoble Poet that all things are shit We are many; us word beating priests of piss. Cracking verse on a smoke ridden page Death to all flower poems, and words about birds   Deftly we abandon the traditional iambic The pentameter of ten can crash and burn Structure will not decry…

Dystopian Insects. (The Emerald Society)

There is a wasp that stings a cockroach in the head It picks its place carefully, like an emerald surgeon The only attractive wasp, the worst of all its ilk   The innocent bug with its reputation for surviving Fails wholeheartedly at upholding stereotypes Obediently it is led toward the jewel’s nest   The bug…

Poems are for Drunks and Romantics.

I am a man of words. A novelist. I never expected, nor had any desire, to be a poet. Poetry clashes with my literal stoic mind. But here we are, cynical ugly poems started riffing out of my fingertips. But only after an inhuman amount of whisky. I can’t do it while sober. Limericks and…

The Vainglorious Abyss

The Hipsters are here. There’s no stopping them. They are throw backs to beat poets who hate them. The copycat brethren of false intelligence. Hoodlums dressed like nerdy impersonate.   They stroll the poor towns they decorate with old art. 50s pin ups and 60s haircuts, they are the false smart. “I am a canvas,”…

Did a Ghost just fly out of this Trumpet?

(Video of ghost at bottom of post) I don’t believe in ghosts. Let’s start with that. I have recently moved into the house my mother grew up in. 5 generations of my family have lived in this house over the years. We haven’t always owned the house, and there was a gap of about 40…