so well-informed

never told the stars

my name, or the ocean either.

they knew already.


one bad dream

i’m a prisoner of a psychopath,

chained to a chair.

then fleeing from his

warehouse torture dungeon.

a forgotten kid from highschool

is a secret henchman and

shoots at me in the

parking garage after i ask

his help.

out a hole in the wall, and

i’m in the midst of the downtown

i see everyday.

no one about to ease

the fear of being caught,

or offer safety

from the madman.

run naked, bleeding

barefoot on pavment

in the sunshine.

see two cops, they

move to come save me.

feel shame for crying

before i can tell them

why i am.

for amanda

she’s a sweetie pie,

peachy peach

apple of my eye.

mac and cheese,

knobby kneed

big butt to squeeze,

lovely kind of girl.


song bird quality.

her hands are always


she kisses warm,

and does no harm,

the world is lucky

for her charms.

she holds my hand

when i drive our car.

her touch feels

very, very good.

this poem is nice,

but cannot suffice

to say you well enough.

which is:

you’re wonderful.

and smart and true,

you pick me up when

i am blue.

keeping me seeing

even when i’m being

a grumpy old wingoo,

i’m so lucky

to be with you.

i love you dear,

my darling wife, today

and foralwaysmore.

still, i’ve got one last ask

before i let go

your curvy-wurvy spine,

“will you please,

please, please please

be my valentine?”