Wednesday, January 26, 2011

the Inebriate Smith

handfuls of anvils for aches and spills,
rhythmically hammering advil pills,
bellows and coal
bourbon and skoal,
the loitering smoke a shill.

Saturday, January 22, 2011


just whose breath have I been stealing?
and how to explain this feeling...
it's the mind reeling
as the heart dissolves through the ceiling;
it's kneeling,
at last believing,
arriving only as the spirit of god is leaving.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011


the voices of the day
hoist and force their way
into my sea
and say:
are we new thoughts or memory