Wednesday, December 28, 2016


and on looking back,
crest, and wintered
and risen
past the pistol spoke race
and on looking back,
the glass and streak
and now youthful spite
that oh, how so wasted,
the halls of static,
just afforded
color bleed and eroded 
with nails that sail from
ignorance amassed.

to be understood,
ah, yes, to be understood
and still,
it's only as well spun
as this offered silence
and hand warmed
love could say,
say sanity. 
say vanity.
it was never so easy.
the wind, coughing
on my shoulder,
the taps of those
haunting lisps
that seem as though
you could still touch them,
hold them, say wait
it wasn't so long ago.
and it moves, it blows
and night,
reading disgust,
the wails of dishonor,
and proud,
so close up the shop,
the town has spoken,
crowd-less, voted.


Call for Performers!

The next 2 Fridays (Dec 30th and Jan 6th), I am hosting an open mic at :

Cafe Ballou
939 N Western Ave, Chicago, IL 60622
(773) 661-2391
from 7:00 - 10ish

It's a great little neighborhood joint that is in need of some support, so please come on out.

Get some drinks/food, and bonus, it's B.Y.O.B. so no high liquor costs!

Looking for performers also, so please, sign up! 

All types, music, poetry, comedy, whatever!