On the Possibility of Being Arrested in Provincetown (poem)

He had given an earTo any harebrained idea- Laborious facial ticks weighing  Gold mines, health care products  And safe combinations. An old sea dog never Got to sea, but he might have If he ever wanted to And he’ll tell you in a second That he didn’t. Never mean but inflexible, Horny- like he might … More On the Possibility of Being Arrested in Provincetown (poem)

For Pussy Riot (poem)

Sideshow geek Charmers of snake Freaks of dance, for The sisters of mercy, Righteous freaks Fucking kicks. A terminal waking Between concrete and altar  Thumbing knuckles and Naming the beads  Of a rosary. Chewing lips, hysterical  Flash of teeth beneath  Woolly disguise. Putin go away! Mad, arms pumping, tortured Mouth full of snot  Spasm of … More For Pussy Riot (poem)

A Fiction 

          The man stands, staggered, disoriented, beaten but still standing. Punch drunk. Mickey Mouse ears, cartoon bullets, bird masks, empty voice bubbles, the Everyman, his voice not heard. He is surrounded by all the detritus of the world. He looks out over the landscape and is immersed in a sea of fences, … More A Fiction