Thursday, February 27, 2014


These hands that know me well
Inciting a rapturous, sanguine swell
Shooting buds erect like bee stings
Electricity enveloping every part of me
Ah, to be alone and set so free!


Wednesday, February 26, 2014

White Rabbits

For miles and miles it seems
Exceeding reality TV
Starless skies and soulless eyes
That’s what you’ll find
In this white rabbit hole
Of ulcer-inducing
Prescribed perfection
Bottled fresh daily
Addict’s special
Gobble ‘em up till they’re gone
What do you mean
There’s no more?
It’s been called in
This murder by white rabbits
That gnaw away
Till blood is drawn and bone is gone
Without those powdery, white pearls
No strength to escape
This echoing chaos in my head
Holding me down
In this white rabbit hole of


Saturday, February 22, 2014

Death Notice

R.I.P. red strands lying dead
Bleeding on pillows of this hospital bed.
Victims of life’s friendly fire;
Crushed by the weight in my head.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Sanguine Trails

The artist in me strikes against the page
Words surging in a lustful fury
This mad, love affair dressed in red ink --
Our blood flows like one in unison.
She kissed my cheeks with rouge-stained lips
A good-bye as I leapt into a fiery, lover’s tryst.
When he burned me, embers still smoldering,
She held me to her breast, stroking my hair,
Leaving tendrils ablaze around my face --
Our hearts beating like one in unison.
Fallen, I danced at the edge of hell,
Flames lapping at my legs, engulfing me.
But she spat me back onto the warm, hard Earth.
Anger erupting at the core of me,
Spewing like hot, bubbling lava.
There she left me in her sanguine trail,
Shedding a tear into tempestuous, blue seas.
And I fell into her blazing sunset,
Flowing like blood into Nature’s veins
Where I searched for life again
In this lifeless landscape.


Sunday, February 16, 2014

The True Colossus

Rid me of your affected, your indifferent,
Your swaddled children of the elite,
The trust fund babies with a foot in every door.
These sheltered socialites I abhor.

Show me these indignant with delicate hands
Not having worked a day of hard labor,
And I’ll show you the real deal,
This concrete island’s backbone made of steel.

They live in outer boroughs,
Saving money on lower rents.
But long hours spent commuting,
Leave them emotionally and physically spent.

Meager paychecks and cost of living
Clear out their bank accounts.
But the thought of quitting and moving away
Is not an acceptable route.

Because they moved here for good reason
Hopes and dreams they must achieve
Creating their own opportunities
Success never an absolute guarantee.

Yet they strive to make a difference,
Finding time to help out others.
Volunteering for good causes,
Like Big Sisters and Big Brothers.

These are the inspirational doers
That I’ve come to know and love
Deeper than the surface scum
I’ve tried to rid my life of.

Because, in the end, the world won’t care
What designer bag’s on your shoulder,
About your prep school, East Hampton house,
Or Botox use as you grow older.

Give me people with a positive impact
On these boroughs and beyond.
To you I raise my pen and glass
For a promising future to all at last!


Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Lost Souls

(A haiku collection)

Squatters in tunnels
Piss on the rat race – air reeks
Of indifference.
Slouched in a stall drunk
Off cheap beer, calling numbers
Left for a good time.
Subway doors open
Where a homeless man retreats –
Lost hopes and dreams exit.


Sunday, February 9, 2014


(A haiku collection)

The Chinese woman
Shuffling from trash bin to bin
Glass fortune within.
The cab driver sleeps
In his car seats smell of sex
From rides after hours.
The Ukraine next door
Keeps windows and shades open
Kielbasa in hand.


Friday, February 7, 2014

The Lotus-Eyed One

She holds the fragile beauty of an autumn day
On the brink of being blown away
By Winter’s bone chilling breath.
The last reign before coldness settles in,
Wrapping Earth with her warm, brilliant color.
Her delicate petals shedding like loose, falling lashes,
Making a wish for life to spring up anew.
Then, brimming with unyielding determination,
She surges up through the depths of Nature’s womb
With strong stems bearing beautiful blossoms,
And she winks at the waning, winter sun
With wide-eyed wisdom of what’s to come.



Wednesday, February 5, 2014

The Gin Man

I once had a mate named Edwin
Whose morning mouthwash was gin.
Until one day
He stumbled his way
Head first down the stairs splitting his chin!

This very same mate, surname Moya,
Had habits that could truly annoy ya.
But he’s been in my heart
Since his depart
To golden, sunshiny California.