Monday, March 23, 2015

march on.

you know that thing where you feel like a fool?
you try to avoid it, of course.
but the mortification
it takes you to school,
it says, 'c'mon cowboy - beat that dead horse'.

and the past, why so stubbornly passive?
it refuses to get up and leave
each misstep played back
becomes massively massive
and you wince, and you stew,
and you grieve.

time heals all things, and it will, right?
right, right, it'll right all the wrongs
but right now it's
an excuse to sit tight
and listen exclusively to
miserable songs.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015


should auld acquaintance be forgot?
or just those worth forgetting?
the flakes, heartaches,
the should-have-nots,
the ones you're still regretting.

yes, rid yourself of all stalemates,
banish them from your mind
make room for more glorious mistakes
and dates with new mankind.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013


wearing your heart
on your sleeve,
is better suited to fall
the trees still
have some leaves
it's not really cold at all.

but you waited till
winter, silly.
all slushy, bitter & raw
now that heart is
exposed and chilly,
and will take more
than bourbon to thaw.

Wednesday, February 08, 2012


what a riveting powerpoint.
no, really - it blew me away
with all that gorgeous clip art,
& each carefully crafted cliché

the chart on slide 7 was stunning
it left me yearning for more
be so kind as to send me a copy
so i can douse it in gasoline,
set it on fire,
then stomp it
into the floor.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

makers rocks.

bourbon makes the
heart grow fonder
a well-documented

after a few,
your mind starts to wander
your common sense

your drunken fingers
start to ponder
texts with no wit
and less tact

it's fine to dream
about that idiot yonder
but for tomorrow's sake
try not to act.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

home for the holidays.

la guardia. christmas.
gate 7C.
the air's full of
festive melancholy
and though
laden with
in hand
and in heart,
we've got
shoe removal
down to a serious art.

Monday, November 21, 2011


heartburn or heartache?
i can't quite decide
the red wine, the pâté
they scorch me inside
but the dumb
and the glum
also coincide
with whiskey,
and too much
swallowed pride.