LoFi Nights
lofi beats at 2 a.m.
the city doing its quiet bleeding
through cheap speakers
I don’t know her
not really
just messages
just timing
just the way she disappears
and comes back like nothing happened
I sit in the dark
pretending this is connection
and not just two lonely signals
passing in the same frequency
the song loops again
soft static, soft lies
and I think
maybe love is just this
waiting for someone
who never fully arrives
and calling it enough anyway
Let 'er R.I.P.
watching Marc Johnson skate video clips
remembering I used to be able to 180 anything.
I still have a board
and push around from time to time,
but no more olleying down stairs for me.
life kickflips right past you,
and if you wince
you miss it.
Slam Poem
I'm a Buddhist existentialist.
I'm a democratic socialist.
I'm a Seinfeldian comedy fan.
I'm a Floridian by birth.
I'm a New Yorker at heart.
I'm a funny philosophical poet.
I'm a patient punk rocker per fatherhood.
I'm a busy cancer patient.
I'm an introspective extrovert.
I'm a late anxious bastard without saints,
I'm a well-read idiot.
I'm late to my own generation.
I'm never as good as I want to be.
I'm always with hope.
My Crowded Hour
everyday we spend
in this jungle
is another day
closer to death.
I am so busy,
so overwhelmed
by life that
I welcome a break.
I keep thinking
it's Friday;
I keep wishing
for forever.
I get really anxious
if I stop moving,
which makes the days
feel longer.
Death is Not Defeat
my fear leads me to read
the Tennessee Williams poem,
We Have Not Long to Love
the stakes are
as high
as Heaven
every poem,
every moment
counts
though death is not defeat
and I am not budging,
we carry these things with us
into whatever's next.
Blabber Giraffe
my eyes are set
deeper in my skull.
my imagination
sees everything.
the car seat
burns my butt.
I am a simple man,
wishing for more wishes.
Poem About a Poem
Her island poem
shook my all night long,
like an AC/DC song.
I am reluctanly
in South Florida,
but I can see her
in Brooklyn.
We both walk
with leftovers
in our back pockets.
And the dogs
of the past
chase us
like rabid rabbits.
One day,
I will tell my daughter
about lost love.
A Cup of Tea & Sympathy for Me
I think I always
wanted to be a musician,
but I never learned to play music,
so I became a writer.
We were too poor
or my mother prioritized
drugs and booze and men
over her son's activities.
When I beat cancer,
maybe I will take piano lessons,
learn one of Chopin's Nocturnes
and impress myself.
everything is death
no matter what I am doing,
I cannot wait until it is over.
wet willies were a thing.
I have never known anyone
who has benefited from a charity.
the service in South Florida sucks.
I have cancer,
every minute of every moment.
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