“Comic Book Heroes,” “Imagination,” “Quiet Jazz Nights,” and “It’s That Weird Time”

Comic Book Heroes All he talked about was Comic book heroes And movies He knew all the good ones by name And he struggled, and I struggled With…


“Philly, Cheese, Steak,” “You Wear Hopelessness Well,” “Storming Off in Flip-Flops,” and Other Poems

Philly, Cheese, Steak If rolling your eyes were a gesture of affection maybe we never would have left the bedroom. Phil from ZipRecruiter fucking…


“Explanation,” “Theories with a Side of Tacos,” and “Cloudy with a Chance of Chupacabras”

Explanation Let me explain about those who eat brains They must be mad or severely insane They’re clearly dead, nothing left in the head No longer…


“Innocent Experience,” “Secret Keeper,” and “The Legionnaire”

Innocent Experience Night Songs on Themes from Blake I: A Song of Binding "As the moon, anguish’d, circles the earth." The Book of Ahania, Chapter I,…


Some Commandments for the Dreamy Erlking

Become a superb troubadour who loves an eaglet in the starry night full of autumn miracle fulfilled in the meek ontology! Taste a beverage of…


“Sad Nymph,” “Every Creeping Thing,” “On Man and Divinity,” and Other Poems

Sad Nymph Withered sponge dried up no fire left in those once gibbous thighs there’s a cackle almost maniacal at the thought of a lover engaging in…


Pardon Me

join the ranks of those moved on before you it’s your turn now the table set for us all a new future awaits your arrival left to the hands of…


“Upside Down,” “Retrorsum,” and “Silence Differs”

Upside Down I’ve heard the clouds screaming loudly, Seen the sky wickedly winking. The city left is like a ghost That in the nightmare keeps……


“Glass from Sand,” “Call to Arms,” “Solitary Confinement,” and Other Poems

Glass from Sand Are you mindful of the fact that the man there in the turban is not a chimpanzee? I know this because that man is me. If you close…


“This Hovel with Burning Passion,” “Scholomance,” “Morgantown Pulp,” and “Who Can Say What Grave?”

This Hovel with Burning Passion Cold water rots the walls, but his fingers seize her lovely lips To kiss away the dirt of former flings. The mold may…