Here is where I'm supposed to put a big paragraph that basically tells you my philosophy on poetry, where I come from, where I'm going, and throw in a lot of et als, ibids, and other such citation nonesuch that would tire both you and me. I already tried writing that three times and ended up sounding stupid, so I deleted it. That process perhaps says more of prose than poetry, but bottom line...I write short poetry that means a lot to me, regardless of what it means to you, the reader. It won't win me any awards, and it probably won't gain anything more than a devoted, cultish readership at best, but there, there it is. I like epigrams. I like making someone say, "That isn't a poem." when it really is, because that's just fun. I spend the most effort and time on poetry, but I hardly ever revise save for punctuation, and I go for feeling, not mechanics. I think mechanics are a joke, the biggest joke in the poetry world. You get the concepts, you corrupt and insult and destroy them utterly, and then they start coming to you naturally...it's a kind of form’s revenge. Or at least, that's the way it is with me.


2008
And This Will Never Be Taken From Me By Anything
Teardrop
Two Groups of Friends Converging
Piss in Your Ass, Fuckface Cunt
Snow
American
Worse Than the Squirrels in Summer
Almost Ready For Dinner, Then A
Love and War
One For Jennifer

2007
December 2, 2007
You Big Fucking Pussy
Aw, You Just Sit at A Desk All Day
Needful of Rest
Regeahol
Just A Taxi Driver
My Theft
The Last Roof (3)
Kirkuk
Someone Else's Reunion
Autobiography 7-16-2007
You Won't See it Coming, Cuz They Wanna Surprise You
Fuck the Sun
Test Poem For Sound
Just A Few Items
This Shit Gets Really Old
Nuts
Do Not Insert
Birthright
Freeway Stain
One More Denouement For M. But For Real This Time
On Line
Planar Suicide
Thanks For A Brief Moment of Arrogance
Pay Phones
I Gave in the Office
Written on Mute
Three Hours to Go Time
Angry Song
First Pay For Writing, 5-21-2007
Yeah, But What?
Garbage In/Garbage Out
Mutilating the Dog
Fuckin' A
A Treatise on Segregation

2006
Intellect's Reward
Anthropomorphic Ass Licking
Forgive Me My Mistakes
I'll Be Seeing You, Buddy (You're Gonna Need A Bigger Boat)
She's Going to Get Herself Killed
Determinism is Bullshit
And
"Jump!"
Wet States
At Least I Still Have Each Other
Citizenship
Harleycrit
One
Nigger
The Dentist is Just as Scary as Your Mom Said She Wasn't
Carpenter Ants
Grandmother
Knife Ready
Yoda. Yo Yo Yo Yo Yoda
Figment
Postmarked Never
Evade
After the Book
Fuck Your Guts
Hell in the Early Morning
Spring After the Long Winter
I Should Stop Listening to Eighties Records and Trying to Love
Heat in One More Near-Death Encounter
To Quote Andy Dufresne: It Only Took Six Years
The Wrath of God
No Weak Sister
Not Really A Poem, But Maybe A Reassurance
My Glass Ceiling
Such Fear, Can You Not See?
3
When Machines Drink
Not the Solution
Deficiency
The Bluebird in My Face
There's a Five-Year-Old Behind My Pancreas
Military Industrial Compact Car
Don't Cry, Don't Raise Your Eye
Grade A Biosolid
Mormons at Midnight
Ecclesiastisis
Lament For Shelly
Taking Care of Business
New Snow For the Rich
Doc
Beach House Weekend
Hunter
My First Short Story?
Stealing Doors
Here He Comes with that Ladder Again, Look!
The Ninjas of Middle School (True Story)
Fuck You, Emily Dickinson!
Thank You, Felix
Pimp Smack Yo Ass. You're A Hookah Now.
Attention
Priorities
Three Days Off
When All Our Bullshit is Over
The Best Tee Shirt I Own
Sunday Night
Roots Riot
My Dog Has A Sense of Humor
Animal Cruelty
I'm A Real Ass Nigga
The World Past Roofs
REVOLT!
Life's Greatest Joke
We Are Not Afraid to Sacrifice, You Fools
Making That B Chord
Honor Among Thieves
C'mon, Marvel, SUE ME!
On the Roof Again
Lead Rain on the Yankee Rooftops

2005
Damn Her
Call to Duty
Sepulchral Delusion
The Darkness, of All Bands
The First Day
Julie On the Town
Vermin
Ah, Suffering
Here's to the Fools, Here's to Abject Failure
Fire At Will
March 2005
Love of My Life
Just A Little Fish in A Big Fish Pond
Out Comes the Broccoli
Such A Beautiful Overcast Morning
Do You Know Who the FUCK I Am?
Ook Ook
What Happened
Fuck America
World Like A Butter Churn, Mind Like the Hand
Neal's Fishing Show
Police Chase Afternoon (Nearly Squished)
Big Smash-Up on the Block
Lousy Punk Kids
5.5 Degrees Higher Than Ever in Recorded History
The Men Fall From the Window (2)
From the Foodway All the Way to This
Kill Whitey with A Roman Candle (But Read the Warnings First)
Julie Masturbating
The Most Ghetto Thing I Have Ever Seen
The First Time I Got Offered Drugs
Home
Little Red Eyes
Po-Anon
Shut that Fucking Cat Up!
The Last Roof (2)
Like the Man Said, Flippers

2004
Give Me My Dog Back, You Son of A Bitch
I Got Drunk People
Sometimes, the Moth is Poem Enough
The Outsiders
Prehumous Caninus
Found Poem of the Morning Email
One For the Poem
Mission Accomplished
July 4, 2004
Morons, Morons Everywhere
The Impression, Relevant to the Occupant
Gunshots As I Title the Human Spirit
The Young and the Dead
Poem of the Madness Girls
The End of the First Formal Sex Quest
14
For Love
Yard 1, Goodness of God: Goose-Egg
Song of the Complete Sell Out Hypocrite Bitch
The Last Roof
Issa and My Ass
Selling the Dream
Believer
Madness Madness Madness Girls
Ball Sweat, Rain, and Illogical Conclusion
Yossarian's Savois-Faire
Hairclip and A Little Bucket of God
Artisans
Intellectual Eyes in Doppler Effect
Declarative
Bed Raggled Tongue Depressor
Another Alone on an Everyday Night
More Proof That There is No God (For Yo-Yo)
A Dialogue on Being A Whore on the Road to Bellingham
Song of the Night at Work

from the notebook
MERETRICIOUS POETASTER
This is Not Some Organized Livery
New White Ghetto (Blurred Lines in the Morning)
The Way Out
Shivering For the Greyhound; Inside, Denouement
A Piece to Open With
Nighty Night, Assholes
Tarkin
Immune
The American Bombers
The Siege of Greed on A Captive Heart

from the notebook
IF YOU’RE READING THIS, I’M PROBABLY DEAD
I Turn the Screws
The Foundation is Finished
Epigrams From "If You're Reading This, I'm Probably Dead." (Final version)
Because I Haven't Had Time to Read, of Late
The Suicide Note (2)
And SHE Paid
Summer of 98
Arntzen
Here's the Life, Kids. Be A Plumber.
and failing.
Insomnia Comforts
Good Poem/Bad Poem
Horrible, Cryptic, Structured, Inaccessible, Elitist, Uptight Bullshit
Marquee
That's A Town For Me
Yes, It Does.
Footsteps
Many a Good Man, Under the Bridge (My Song of Songs) (For M)

from the notebook
I DO THE SUFFERING YOU WRITE THE REVIEWS
To Be Young Again
Epigrams From I Do the Suffering (Final)
I AM Normal. You Are All Crazy.
Crushed Beneath Ten Tons in the Elderly Dining Room of Love and Lust
Don't Cry
Constant Rebirth (Ash Wednesday Poem 2003)
Roofing
13 and 1/3, Ladies, 13 and 1/3
Looking Good and Kicking Your Ass
Pompous Little Fucker (With Malice)
More Proclamations of Musical Rights and Wrongs From A Tone-Deaf Fool
Battlefield Requiem
The Week Ends, The Week Begins
Back to Work
I DRILLED THROUGH MY FUCKIN DING DING
Time and Caregiving
Sometimes I Feel Like A Sellout
Even Saying, "To Break the Rules You Must Know Them." is an Exercise in Futility

from the notebook
LIVING THE DREAM
Now John Wilkes Booth, THERE Was A Success
M A

from the notebooks
EVERYBODY TO THE LIMIT and FREEDOM, BEAUTY, TRUTH, AND LOVE
Porch/Crate/Coke
Mary: 1994
Women At Forty
Tacoma
She Had Once Hand Behind Her Back, One Hand Waving
For A Clean Shirt
They Pump Music into the Ghost Town to Keep the Scrubbers From Going Mad
Rock the Bitch
Nexus Guitar Saint
Concurrent
A King in Guam, My New Bud in Venezuela
Notes From Failure
Family, December
For An Unnamed Boy in Cleveland, Slumped Behind the Wheel
Run With It
Real Profit
memory
caring
selfless
believing
religious
having
affluence
wealth
Rebellion: A Song for Lost Youth

from various
Superman Poem
Lex Luthor Poem
Where DO You Get Your Ideas?
1,000 Poems. 1 Wastebasket.
Born On A Monday
Why You Will All Lose
Orange Flavored Drink
Good God, Why Me? I Can't Concentrate.
Laughed At My Piece
Providence: Honored, Humbled, and Scared Shitless
Her Lord That Works In Mysterious Ways
Epigrams from a recent notebook, Thinning the Herd
Epigrams from Mr. T. Sez, "I Pity the Fool Who Don't Use Poetry."
But They're Just Japs!
Listen to Us. We Know.
The Amphitheatre Strikes Back (A Sequel to Anjeannette)
Back in 30 Mins
Gidget
On A Car Accident, 12-10-03
Race War Hot Dog Stand
Summer, 1993. Ah, Love

I have four poetry books, which can be purchased here:
"Dogs On the Roof" is a new collection of current poetry, smaller in size. (Poetry book, 2006). $7.50.
If You're Reading This, I'm Probably Dead, a "best of" retrospective of all of my poetry, revised, edited, retooled, etcetera, 1999-2006.
No. You're Always the Bug
and
I Am Hardcore. You Are Reading.

Below you will find samples from the two books, the better to help you purchase with.

FROM: No. You're Always the Bug:
People in Anapest
To the Detriment of Ignorance and Structure
Theme For Prospect
The Art of True Rejection
We're Spending Most Our Lives, Living in A Beatnik Paradise
Aw,Poor Guys
Kelly
More Proof That There Is No God (For Riggins)

FROM: I Am Hardcore. You Are Reading:
School's(Life's)Education
Anthroposeurs
Epigrams From I Am Hardcore. You Are Reading.
Self-Portrait 5-1-01
Different. But Not Really.
Attack Umbrella
Block
All is Chaos
Anjeannette
Eden
God and Ambiguity
Multi-Media Man
Lynden
Just A Joke. I Love Women. Live.
no signal (This is a personal favorite)
On Taking A Greek Mythology Test
No Time For A Nap
The Land of Repetition
Post-Band Dinner Insanity