Pleased to have a short poem published in the May/June 2019 edition of DecomP Magazine.
You can read it here: http://www.decompmagazine.com/betweenhallucinations.htm
short poem
the origin of birth
If you tell a kid
that can’t remember being born,
you were born of your mother,
from your father’s seed
you come from a line of lovers
that started way back
before the instrument of love
when there was only form
forming flux and
the structure of diamonds
everywhere protruding
from the mystery
of dark pulsation.
Contemporary Poetry
they’ll know what to do
help
poets
my voice
a big blot or blob or block of black
terror
is stuck
like a burning whisper
in my throat
the rust
leaves a bitter
shadow
in the melody
of the silence
and sleep
the narrative of time
condensed
like magic
in the empty fire
of death
dust with
elegance
like the echoes
in a dream
A man walks into the store
A man walks into the store and buys a pack of smokes.
You see him leave and get into his car. Drives home and smokes one.
You’ll never see the man ever again. That’s how it goes.
But the next day you realize;
He was a man that once had a cat.
He had a theory about the universe,
and a tear that sat like an effigy
in the cubicle of his sad brown eye.
Contemporary Poetry
sui generis
A portrait of nothingness –
the tininess in between the worlds
the invisible underlying cup
a blank canvas for the painted universe
absent undisturbed gulf
the sleep that dreams me
while I play hardball
with the junkies of pursuits.
Nihilistic Poetry
mythological dilettante
To lay hands on the molecule
to cut the strip that separates
life from rock
to circumspect the unfathomable
poems breeding in test-tubes
the height makes nauseous aftertaste
to be human is an old prank
played by the algorithmic TV
sidewalks my city veins
to be headway but no meaning
soon to be becomes
mind the vessel of heaven
to
be
godlike.
Beyond Language 
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