Sample Out

I haven't had much feedback from the lit. journals so... fuck 'em. I'll just put a few of my favorites on here for you all to enjoy. The journals consider this "publication" and unqualified for publication but at least I can count on this for some commentary. I have 296 poems I consider finished and here are a few that I hold dear to the over-worked piece of coal burning in my chest. I'm fucking with you, it's a heart. Only a heart; blood and muscle pushing oxygen.

I'll start with the latest piece of work, something I don't remember writing after a night of drinking shots of rum (I hate rum) with a good friend.

Atlas

There are two cats

somewhere between

my legs

a man that likes men

a woman

doing laundry

I have to piss

thank God

for nothing

while I open another

beer

It seems like the world

could fall on it's own

axis

If it were up to me

I would offer

to hold it

up

A few bubbles

small eyes

and whatever else

can fit

down the toilet

in one

flush 

Now a favorite from the early works (Not that long ago) 

JC

sleeping on a cross

with grape vines full

of black buds

crawling up the ankles

wrists and neck

HE sees all

the crowd

sneeze, and itch

their balls and tits

pick scabs

off fat bellies

Pussies

full of infection

Mothers are

daughters and cousins

Fathers with

sweat dripping off

their dicks

Moaning for more

forgiveness

and preying on

the way out

That is all for now. It's 2 in the morning and I have other things to do than push poems on blogger. More at another time if it calls for that.