this is not my best performance ever. not my worst either. it certainly was fun though.
Monsters and Nemesis-ters On the Prowl Questing Quizzing Quizzically Reposing Supposing That's just what monsters do Undead Unveiled Viva la mort la Wanderlust X chromosome climbing the Y axis Zero Approaching from Below Catatonic Dead Eyes Flipping Giant Halos Inert Jerks Kickin' it Like __________________________________back to top
you say our footprints disappear in the sand i say they get swallowed by the ocean andour memories are out therein the deep if you want to find themi have some goggles andlove to swim butsometimes it's too cold
this picture and poem, both by 9th grader Claudia Rojas of Bell Multicultural High School in Washington, DC are amazing. upon seeing this digital creation of hers i told her she had to write a poem to go with it (she told me she wrote, so it made sense). here it is, in all its … Continue reading through these eyes
here i am at the united way of delaware's annual meeting. they invited me to come perform for them yesterday in wilmington, de to help re-inspire their board members and supporters. i'm sorta giving the "did you take the picture yet" face in this one. oh well. i had a great time and everyone loved … Continue reading sunset on the train home
i shouldn'ta left you without a great poem to mess you bless you, gesundheit, like snot on your sleeve with heart and emotion, hits you on the way out when you leave it's a-door-able enjoyable swinging on hinges can't be locked down coz like flames this singes souls so hot summertime rhymes sweeter than candy … Continue reading it’s been a long time . . .
people often ask me where they can listen to my poetry online, and for too long i had to say that it was impossible. all that has changed, slightly, with these two files for your consumption. you can listen to Pick Me, here and Consent is Sexy, here feel free to send them around and … Continue reading audio files for you audiophiles
giving in to output economies competing with birds for pecking order inserting seeds in earthworm inches stretching chances like smiles across 60-year-old fences standing stubbornly tall in the night I want Banksy to paint a window to paradise on your walled arms graffiti on your guts like the colors of the red line blurred past … Continue reading rising to the occassion
I had to walk across a desert just to find my own feet I had to break a few hearts just to hear one beat picking up the pieces now I’m puzzled when I weep drinking tears to clean my mouth so my soul can simply speak I had to say everything so I could … Continue reading a spark and a breath in
I sat down in front of my computer and thought that I could pound out a poem that would suck me, you, and the rest of this room into it like a tornado, but instead I projectile vomited clichéd meta-whores in a start-stop jerking train of thought that went about three intellectual inches before falling … Continue reading no joke
a pause and a breath then nothing perhaps a stare unfocused unaware unwilling to go there ourselves we cannot even look the dead have names we read and remember we read and forget a pause here or there we pay our respect as though we recognize what we owe no service rendered save for the … Continue reading look away
brought on by bright orange and yellow golden sun burning turning seasons turning colors she gets dark crimson after blood red berry no fruit in her leaves except moods for my eyes a spectrum of surprise down the color wheel around rings on trees arms and branched fingers if only fall could linger longer but … Continue reading red leaves
I was born in the backseat of a child’s playground minding my own business, man-child of a conversation untranslated slated to be the next problem the next argument the next five knots in your throat like the most beautiful clog in your tearduct drain pipes overflowing on some American highway off ramp off put exit … Continue reading Jon Tucker Must Live!
beyond borders, breaking waves, your bravery supposedly rescued me but what's done well like your steak standing up on its plate taking it like a true soldier, bleeding crimson maps of where we've been what we've conquered or been devoured by systems that flower by inequality's growth and … Continue reading crimson maps
the left knee of your jeans has a small tear in it dropped from there to the ground on several memorable occasions a tear no larger than a penny one solitary tear spelled the same as tear which sounds the same as tier like on a higher level and you've been there, my friend for … Continue reading poem for Dave (work in progress)
pushin you to greatness, wait sun you won't hate this, stubborn hard work challenging so you can make this, grade A, certified, self-determination, pushing you to grow like forcing seeds into germination, oaks yelling at acorns to sit down and be patient, so your future won't get squirreled away or cracked out on the pavement. we … Continue reading emcee growth
freshly sharpened minds can still dull an audience, unlightened intellects like pencils, freshly sharpened prone to crack if you push too hard, so sing your poems softly, and save your fast facts for the pack rats publishing frothy pints by the half-rack of head lines heads line, heads lined, up to blind back packers cyclops … Continue reading freshly sharpened