Poems by year: 2007  2006  2005  2004  2003  2002  2001  2000 
By series: Bridge St  In Yr Ear  Ruthless Grip

Questions, remember? Dusted
for prints of sincere attacks

call me how a cast of names
sullen against the usual backdrops

never stop a slip in starship colors
one has to die and die on.

Now’s no time to stall a tangle
among the melancholy horns

or refuse to darken a window.
Freedom is the solitude to pay for?

The day reflects another mouth
and substantial nightfall fabrications

mean anything to be out
of the life they’re talking past

and say you still owe them.
So you call up crying

that it would be good to have it back
when you see me dead on the six o-clock news.