Nighthawk (Poem)

Looming, cataclysmic, ill-fated prophesies taunt my daily reprieve A nightawk passing time Skulking Hovering Haunting Waiting A constant reminder of the things I wish I could forget

Working on my Vision Statement

I’m working on my Vision Statement Then I shall edit my Mission Statement That is if I can stop rhyming for five seconds… Viva la Rebellion

Three Months Sober (Journal Entry)

I’ve been in rehab for almost three months now (sober since Jan 1) and I feel like I could really make the sobriety thing stick this time. The groups have helped to sort out some of my issues. I don’t feel all the hate, shame and resentment anymore. My recovery coach has been a real […]

I’m feeling all Twitterpated for no reason

Somebody heLLLp… I’m gonna throw up…

I’m trying to write a prophesy…

Leave me alone…
I can’t be rhyming all the live long day…
GOD…

WordPress Stop Jacken My Swag

This is the fifth time this week your editor chopped my rhymes when I posted… Damn… Put yer big kid pants on…

Covid 2020 (Poem)

I don’t care about Covid I already caught it Possibly about a hundred times I may likely have caught it before any of you knew it was a thing… I gave it to my fatherThe baby boomerAnd my 91 year old grandma They didn’t even sweat it… Welp… Maybe my grandma got some diarrhea It […]

WordPress editor sucks

I’m super annoyed right now. I don’t know what the Block Editor is for anyway. I suppose it’s for the fancy layouts, but it does me no good when I’m trying to post from a phone and can’t do Shift Enter to create the next line. So I use the Classic Editor which shows up […]

Done (Poem)

Illiterate
Crack dealing
Shit talking
Birdbrained
Asshatted
Backsliding
Know nothing
See what you want to see
Hypocratic
Unapologizing
Tear down
Let down
Fall down
Never get back up
Revel in the muck
Think you’re really something
Shit where you eat
Eat your own shit
Vomit it up
Then eat it again
Asshole
Mind slow
Think you know
But you don’t
Low blows
Flashy shows
The only thing you ever read was a meme

I’M OVER IT
DONE

Somebody heLLLp

I’m on the express bus again, this time headed back to the Bronx, thinking about how unhopelessly hopeless I am. I don’t know what it is about the express that gets me going. It’s like I’m seeing everything for the first time, everytime, without all the traffic. And it bugs me out…