Poem – 73 Hours :

She said the milk had soured. It was literal though I had not left the bed for seventy three hours …

Poem – From My Heart To Atlantic City :

So, I am on my way to Atlantic City To escape your tightening grip. I need to run from your …

Poem – The End Is The Beginning Of The End :

One more trot around the interview circuit Before the glue factory beckons this old war horse. I laugh at the …

Poem – Exorcised :

I was speared in the side by your good looks, I’m bleeding from my hands for your love. Crucified by …

Poem – History, Modern, Past :

I’m not sure I love the modern world I remember meeting a girl And getting her number on a faded …

Poem – A Clock, Stopped :

Hey beautiful, I’m laying at the end of the bed Listening to that tape I made for you Tapping my …

Poem – Over And Over :

So I started drawing on the walls. I had been in that room for three weeks, No windows, no ventilation, …

Poem – Without You Here :

I try to fall asleep alone, My hand drifts over to where you should be. But the space is cold …