hand

my wife and me

in passing (poem)

i happen to pass the address

and think

they’ve moved

in fact

my mind corrects me

this is two houses ago for them now

on the lawn i gather

someone’s discarded Pepsi can

along with my thoughts of them

although i know very well

the energy required to recycle these things

is almost more than they are worth

i put everything in the blue bin and

leave

t-dawg

addict (blank verse poem)

hint: read it out loud

it can be sweet to be denied in need

perhaps a man might ask through teeth and grin

in poison light to bleed

                         he begs for junk

beneath a stench of sickness killed too late

he kindly pinches beetles out of hairs to make

a place for venom lightning sliding wild

and mean through veins 

                       he dreams distorted nights

in pain with vivid eyes that ride the fire—

he cannot find heroine’s lull

nor can he feel that angel’s pull

instead she stabs him screaming no