Category Archives: My Poetry

Umbra Mortis

Afflicted with this listless death, I perform my arduous labors like any other toilsome work, drive defensively and eat my $15 dollar dinners alone. Wearisome days with a pinch of port, forget to vacuum until the ceiling fan begins to … Continue reading

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Point Blank Supernova

The Sun expanded into a huge giant red star and pulverized the Earth whole into dust. Jupiter drifted away and pulled most of the known asteroids out of orbit. We are all floundering out of orbit. Rachel raced north next … Continue reading

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Elliot’s Hatred

Elliot boiled with hatred. He took walks all around Canoga Park feeling angry and hateful towards the world. “I continued going on my usual long walks every day, feeling angry and hateful towards the world.” His parents separated and divorced. … Continue reading

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Groom of the King’s Close Stool

My throat, grimy as the 101, every day I swallow every car on this grimy expressway heading home, step over the grime and dirt of my carpet floor. My heart broke a long time ago, my vacuum only about a … Continue reading

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Officer Ferguson

Full of magic tricks, fond of parlor jokes, collects fruit flies, “For the coroner,” he jests. Kind-a guy shows up at a party in uniform a-hard knocking down the door, “We’ve had a noise complaint at this address.” “Just kidding, … Continue reading

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Red Tide of Vieques

This story is confused because I am confused, or rather the sailor who told me the story, in the brig, the whole week he seemed to be in a daze, barely stirring, and eating nothing but soup and bread, and … Continue reading

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Little Mean Things

Throwing an elbow at the skating rink, Stealing gum at Disneyland, Goldfinch shot midair from three pumps on the BB gun, these are the mean little things which return to me while I’m trying to sleep. Dude with long hair … Continue reading

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The Naïveté of Youth

My act of heroism? Retrieving a football from a neighbor’s roof where her brother overthrew the ball showing off his arm. I also brought back down an extra Nerf ball I found while I was up there but I scraped … Continue reading

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Zen and the Art of Bursitis Relief

Kyrie eléison, I have lived a life supported by accurate predictions. The Dale sports car three-wheel design never did work and seduction of the vehicle’s beautiful marketeer could never work. Any marriage in Chowchilla only invites frustration. Selfies at Pamplona … Continue reading

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I Will Pray For You

Someone got mad at me today. A friend got angry. I interacted with a friend and my friend was upset. Cold logic was involved. Christianity as a topic was involved. I said some things then the person reacted and said … Continue reading

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