This page is a forum for poems or other written material I think visitors might enjoy.

My background is like most other word hacks, I guess - I've had my share of good and bad feedback, won a couple awards here and there. I write for self-expression, but if others appreciate it, that's certainly a welcome bonus.

Right now there's mostly poetry, but I'm actively preparing one of my most popular pieces for online publication and I hope to post a draft of "Bloodline Apocolypse", a visionary suspense tale of alien abduction and the fountain of youth - or a complete waste of time. Only you, dear reader, shall decide!

I'm an imploding sun,
a black hole, they say
I can feel gravity
pull this and that way
inspiring me
to change my name
to something macho
like Seniġr Jalapenġ Falaffal
we ordered waffles,
but they lost yours
and all I can think of is
damned bike couriers

my sister's new message
starts sweet then fades to
bad emails
sibling curses

My life drains slowly from
some hidden puncture
I'm waning, deflating
my skin is a flag on
dry kindling: bones
skeleton mast, I waver
helpless in high wind

No anthem shall be sung.

No empire is waiting.

No god on his throne
in the sky
mourns the fate
of the lost one.

You've an undotted I
lovely here in this sunlight
how do you do that?

Your I upon mine
I see distant waters
swelling with mindstuff
and deep within them, it stirs
something is there.

Don't be afraid . . .
I think it's vegetarian.

A message from my friend
wrapped in wrinkled paper
as if it had been used before
on similar (but different) occasions
different than before
before you knew you wanted to
before you wondered why
before you issued stern warnings
before you had a chance to reply
before you were even nine
before you and I
before your time
before it
. . . and before mine.

I've split again - in two
split a man into
depraved gutter jet set
a desperate, scheming liar
or contrived office statuette
barren and without fire

A hoax, that's all
a scam, a jive
truth of it is,
this town is eating me alive

I said this town
is fucking
eating
me.

suddenly find myself
powerless, I cannot help
standing here, faltering there
the lies we told now lay bare
gone along for just the ride,
a man, well, a man contrived
from falsehoods,
contradictions
from other men's
perverse ambitions.

today I heard a machine
that reminded me of a note
from a song we had both loved
and suddenly I recalled
how much
I had wanted
you.

magic machine, electronic dreams
my servant
my master
you bastard

tippity-tap, trippy trap
flip you
flop, dammit
flap!
I hack anti-flack...
...get back skipjack

Go read the fucking faq.

Oh she's a collector
...weaker hearts
...long for her
...with love from a fear
...souls aflame for her while;
she smiles.

Burns in the chest
in the mind
ashes, they rise
from this inferno unnamed

Sensing her approach,
heaven looses the flood
raining down on the flames
sated, fed, embers darken: peace
...this is mercy
...this is my charmed life
...this is my salvation

But I am ungrateful.

on a night like tonight
my lover and I
would have sat together
in warm, colored light
in the cradle of
each other's smile
in our bed till the night
or the popcorn
ran out

then we'd make love
love like doves...
in love as in fire
love like snakes
in love as two people
find the one true oasis
in their desert despair
who in secret conspire...
...to greatness
...to conquer
...one another
...and themselves

trod on my grave
they speak aloud
of ignoble days, dark nights
hoped to forget
those most cruel schemes
played upon oneself

these are things I reckon
these things I recall
with
bitter
urgency
and
attention

This is the story of your life,
you're thinking slowly
you're dying quickly
you're loving slowly
your words are just formality

This is the story of your life
you're dying quickly
doing as you're told
you're wanting more but
your dreams are just formality

This is the story of your life
the bills go unpaid
the doorbell waits
the words go unsaid
your dream escapes
the words you meant to say but
you're loving slowly
the words that burned inside your heart
flames leaping from your throat
the words disfigure you
the words that hurt you
the words are just formality
the words are just formality.

Watch your language
watch your back
beware of those below
who've walked the streets of glass
barefoot train of thought
that's jumped its track
we don't give a damn
about your fucking art class

You were so young weren't you
so deadly serious
so seriously dead
so dead so dead so
full of beetles in the head

Wish that I could
stop counting buttons
as I press them faster
faster than I want to
you know you want to
you know you want to

wish I didn't have to
repeat
repeat myself repeat
repeat myself again
repeat
repeat myself repeat
repeat myself again
repeat

stop.

The idea of finding method in chaos, or obscuring method with chaos has now become a major focal point of both my art and my programming, and I still have yet to find another writer who so expertly embodies this philosophy in art.

Anthony Burgess
I really enjoy the way Mr. Burgess manages to catch me by suprise with his bizarre ironies. A thread I commonly find in his work is that of an unsuspecting mundane scene or persona split open abruptly by some chaotic element. For a chuckle, pick up "Beard's Roman Women" and you'll get a literary mugging you will never forget.

Mark Leyner
My first reaction to "My Cousin, My Gastroenternologist" took the form of a continuous 2-hour stream of expletives in 7 foreign languages. The languages were carefully selected by the United Nations Commitee on Written High Crimes.

While not originally available in English, it would have roughly translated as "Mark, call me, call me - I have notes."

Disclaimer: I received no monetary compensation for this endorsement of Team Leyner Enterprises.

Charles Bukowski
In contrast to most other writers I cite as influences, Bukowski has never been presented as a master of the subtle - if you want pure, unbridled primal anger, lust and disgust, you've got to catch-up on his classic work.

William Nonsense Zero
The zero-th installment of this modern odyssey is nearly ready for prime time - you'll see it here first, folks! Well, you'll probably see it here last as well, but nonetheless...

Bloodline Apocolypse
My 'other big project' will probably end-up here in chapters. Here's the deal: An alien-mutated genome is introduced into our heroine which carries the promise of near-immortality, but is also killing her. Opposing (?) forces race against time to control access to her precious blood supply as her friends and lovers break all boundaries to develop a cure. Really pretty cool.