Published in Scuzzbucket·PinnedMember-onlythe regularness of lifeno matter how many fanciful realities I churn out at night, the morning still comes, and the ceiling is ordinary, my limits are ordinary… there is no spaceship parked out back, there is no fairy creature to make this man-child fly… the regularness of life bears down on me and I…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·1 day agoMember-onlyi don’t knowthe tantalizing tease of a second round appearance — the hopes are flying high again let me go grab my landing shoes for when I meet the ground, so familiar how can we surrender to all the excitement? how do we build ourselves up over and over and manage to…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·3 days agoMember-onlyvesicularpumice stones, vesicular, scratching at the back of a foot, pitted slab, she said the lady looked rough … she’s a cloistered clam and I don’t know what else to say about it… you can tell when you read something and it’s just sort of about nothing — and you…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·4 days agoMember-onlySunday Dinner with la Famiglia (and Nonno’s Brain)Sunday dinner with the family was a little different this week. We all sat around a dumpy-ass table in the middle of the nursing home. From where I was sitting, I could see a big bowl of pasta. My younger sister Gina was across from me, and next to her…Poetry11 min readPoetry11 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·6 days agoMember-onlyshit-sim for fallen angelscheckerboard pants and snap-button fly — time to relax, and I think you know why… I don’t talk about things that are true or things that have happened I don’t mess too much with reality and I have no patience for hard predictions… I like the could be, the should be…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·Jan 25Member-onlysteal back the theatrebelow The Underground? how could something be deeper than that? that’s what they want you to think… they don’t want the tired and soul-drained cogs that keep the city pumping to know that just under their feet is the Mecca of Qualia, where their memories and ideas of all shapes, sizes…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·Jan 24Member-onlythe brilliant things I almost gave youI had my chance to sing to the stars, but I couldn’t work the microphone… the thieves, they came in, broke down the door and ransacked my entire place but they stole nothing, only stupid shit, like candy bars and bottles of gatorade… my hands were wrapped in cellophane when…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·Jan 23Member-onlyat night all mafia mansions look somehow the samesleet falling and it was a sort of movie goodbye — she forgot her boots + I miss her already… silent wager, and a bad sugar high, mouth so cold and so dry from many spoonfuls of hard lemon ice… there was a blanket so plush, mask and mantle baby…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·Jan 19Member-onlysaints of imperfectionforward, forward, always forward nothing good that’s over can ever count — but somehow the bad that’s over and done still gets held against us good deeds and praise and monumental achievements seem to disappear in time through the conscious eyes of those perceiving the tragic narrative around us… the…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·Jan 16Member-onlysopranos, knicks, and other stuffday off and it’s a sunny winter afternoon, watching the MLK day matinee — Knicks, Raptors, NBA cat’s asleep on the bed, he always curls up in a ball on top of my blanket, smells like me, he likes it, I think… got him a new scratcher — it’s big and…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read