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Music

 

She Shines

 

Kiss You Like It Was Monday

 

A Little Peace Of Me

 

Song 13

 

Brazilian – a Comedy.

 

Forty-Five – a song about inevitable aging.

 

Lady In The Prius – a song about a man in a Ford.

 

Lullabye Baby.

 

Elizabeth – a song for Elizabeth Kucinich, wife of a former presidential candidate.

 

Tuesday Afternoon Coffeepot Waltz.

 

Secondhand Glow.

 

NASCAR Wedding -A comedy.

 

D Blues.

 

All Across The River

4/24/16

 

Favorite

 

You’re my favorite

eyes

face

lips

spirit

soul

hips

fire

deep

sin

hair

smile

skin

poetry

lines

verse

better

or

worse

mouth

arms

sun

voice

thought

one.

 

4/24/16

 

Vegas

 

See the lights

glow

embrace the vibe

yo

have a drink

or more

dance with a stranger

slow

 

feel the freedom

do what you want

simultaneous sins

are so very hot

let down your hair

drop your gilded crown

get yourself some up

you’re never really down

in Vegas.

 

4/17/16

 

Leaving Las Vegas Again Blues

 

Yeah I gotta go

my eyeballs full of drink

my heart full of love

I wonder and think

 

watch me trip

on the stairs

to life regulars

watch me fall

down the up

spill all of my cup

 

I’m leaving Las Vegas again

 

Yeah I gotta know

that this place ain’t real

fakeitechture and mammaries

and yet it makes me really feel

 

i’m leaving Las Vegas again

I suppose I’ve committed my sin

this city can’t well hold me

but am I really so free?

 

4/14/16

 

Anticipation

 

Part I:

An –

I planted a seed years ago

Ti –

I left it there to let it grow

Ci –

Somehow my seed turned into garden

Pa –

Today sunny day I’ll bask again

-tion

 

Part II: A digression of sorts

An –

Memory of your lips on my skin

Ti –

Luminous smile, place I could live in

Ci –

Soul tingles with thoughts of tonight

Pa –

When we find out that memory is right

-tion

 

Part III: Way out there

Your light

brighter and brighter

your like

stronger and stronger

one day

realer and realer

we’ll see

clearer and clearer

 

4/12/16

 

Murder

(from the prompt “Murder”)

 

 I reach for your hand

underneath the blanket

an act of reassurance

an act of reinforcement

 

Our fingers interlock

and all my fears are dead

murdered by your whisper

slayed in your bed

 

the death of everything

that came long before this

let’s not hold a funeral

let’s not reminisce

 

let’s live in this moment

of mad want and desire

of the sunshine future

of nights of infinite fire

 

pour one out for the past

the fear and fake bearer

murdered by beauty and truth

and the end of an error

 

4/11/16

 

Your A to My Z

 

Your words brush against me

sweet courage of the moon

pausing for a minute

and restarting none too soon

 

from my head to my feet

from your a to my z

you inscribe an exquisite sonnet

and set my longing free

 

you kiss me a soliloquy

and turn me on and on and on

we might be strangers when we meet

but I know your deepest dawn

 

and when you’ve finished writing

and you’re nothing, fully spent

I’ll be here laying naked

knowing exactly what you meant.

 

4/10/16

 

Evermore

 

In spite of our distance

in spite of our space

it feels like just yesterday

I held your face

it feels like tomorrow

I’ll kiss it, too

and it feels like forever

I’ll be with you.

 

4/7/16

 

La Luz

 

If I were a conquistador

I wouldn’t conquer Peru

Or Mexico

Or Mazatlan

Or Puerto Rico

Or North Dakota

Or a suburb of San Diego

No

I’d be an explorer

of your heart

a soldier of craving you madly

a conquistador of behaving badly

if by badly

I mean with pure intent

I don’t want to rent

no, I want to own

or at least have a long term lease on

a pied a terre

a cuarto

in your light

 

Quiero ser un conquistador

de la luz

 

4/6/16

 

Need Want Have

 

I want what I can’t have

or do I have

what I don’t want?

Do I need

what I want?

Or want

what I need?

No.

I want

what I don’t need

and likely need

what I don’t want.

Perhaps

in the end

I really have

what I really need.

 

4/5/16

 

Take Me

 

Take me

in your heavenly arms

under a patchwork of stars

the backseat of your car

take me

after a quenching rest

or maybe an eternal quest

or while sending a text

take me

with your creamy soft skin

a deliberate din

and a shit-eating grin

take me like you’ve never taken anyone before

like you’ve never needed anyone more

like you’ve never made love on the floor

….but you wouldn’t mind trying it.

This one time.

Take me.

 

4/4/16

 

Tired

 

An old man went to the gym

for an hour

today

and then he took a nap

for an hour

today

and then he played hockey

for an hour

today

and fuck yes, I’m tired.

 

4/3/16

 

Words Call

 

Wanting and waiting

to be strung together in

breathtaking sequence

to be made a beacon

for the open hearted

ghosts of dearly departed

when placed in particular order

words decipher the what for

the hows and the whys

the color of your eyes

get lost in the cadence

and lust in the presence

of words

 

4/2/16

 

Yes

 

I imagine kissing you

under a blanket of stars

on a rooftop

miles above the streets and the cars

 

I imagine spooning you

under a blanket of down

in a queen bed

with no one else around

 

I imagine staring into your eyes

to see what color and what size

to listen as they speak

to open and to take a peek

 

I imagine holding your hand

on the beach in the sand

to watch the children as they play

to listen as you say

 

“I imagine kissing you

under a blanket of stars

on a rooftop

miles above the streets and the cars”

 

YES.

 

4/1/16

 

John Doe Is My Spirit Animal:

 

John Doe

The bass player

and singer of X

the 1980s LA punk band

is

my spirit animal

his well-traveled body is older than the sands of time

his well-weathered face has wrinkles deeper than the grandest of canyons

his well-oiled hair has more gray than a rainy day in Seattle

but his soul

his soul

is as young as it was in 1980

and his voice

his voice

his timeless timbre

still reaches deep into the depths of my 51 year old being and stokes the raging fire of my 17 year old heart

STORIES

She was the last one

That one green thing

Thee Inevitable Shrug

Photography

POETRY

Tremble and Shake

The Only Song

The Dance

Sorpresa

A Beautiful Distraction – Bullets of Love

Hands or Heart

Goosebumps and Heat

Whiskey Stained Soul

Could You

All The Love

 

 

A Eulogy For First Marriages

 

Here lies our first marriage.

It was a good marriage,
full of promise and light
passion and humor
lust and right
smiles and fervor

and then some kids came along
and careers
and money
and complacency
and then our first marriage
wasn’t fresh anymore
had its warranty run out
exceeded its “best by” date
by
several
years
and the promise and light
became resentment and fight
passion and humor
became neglect and “what a bore”
and then 20 years has past
and you realize first marriages
aren’t supposed to last
and you also realize
your first marriage won’t be your last…