Every Reason #5

A new issue of my zine "Every Reason" is now available on Etsy for a mere $2 postage paid.

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smoke if you got ‘em

while corporate bullies
shake hands with cruel
children in designer suits
I type poems that drink
beer with me and listen
to punk rock at night

while new enemies are
designed, punished by poverty
I type poems that throw
rocks at tanks and burn
cities to the ground

while our sadness is rendered
despicable and the world becomes
a turd we can’t flush
this poem lights a smoke
choosing the rules it will obey
as some poor bastard
finds it in his heart to
pray for me

Every Reason #4

is now available. Two Dollars.

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Every Reason #3

My literary 'zine, Every Reason, has made it to issue #3. It's pretty damn good and super cheap!

You can get one here for $2 ppd. in the U.S. :
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Get it while it's still available!

Sunday Morning

my head suffers
from last night’s vice
as a selfish, arrogant sun
smashes my window
unwelcomed

desire and tradition
deliver my sins
to a beer can kitchen where

pouring coffee
seems dramatic and
ridiculous as I
prepare to hustle away
another morning of my life

trampling the purpose
of yet another champion
hangover

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Me and my friends are in it. It's better than the bible or the Watchtower.

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Punk Show

Punk Show



“One, Two, Fuck You!”



the music starts.

energy is released.

I smile.



I look over at my daughter,

her eyes are large

behind her dyed Black bangs

as her mind processes

what her eyes have

seen.



we move to the front,

where the sound is deafening,

and the transition is made

from spectator

to participant.



“This kicks ass!” my daughter shouts.



we both smile.



sweat is flung from

thrashing bodies as

lyrics are screamed

through a strained PA



this is honesty

slapping the face

of a greed driven world

we all grew so tired of

long ago.



the first band finishes

their set

and another band

sets up in

their place.



and my daughter and I

stand together

looking at all the beautiful creatures

the rest of society

has rejected.



“These are my people,”

I tell her,

“I feel comfortable here.”



“I do too,” she confesses.



“One, Two, Fuck You!”



this will continue

all night

long.



we look at each other

and smile.