April 2, 2009 - Leave a Response
I’m a wholesome snacker,

He said proudly.


Are pretzels really wholesome?

Perhaps not.


a poem for an engineer

March 13, 2009 - Leave a Response

do you see?
do you hear?

why do you ask things
with no purpose
and no answer,

don’t try to talk human,
leave that to me.

20 stone steps
surround 20 times 20 fountains
each providing perfect arcs
and please notice the
.20 millimeters between each
perfect droplet of water

don’t you hear the symphony of these
20 times 20 sprayers
as they waste 20 times a million gallons of

chlorinated water

that even on a sticky day
is unwelcoming to sweat drenched travelers

unless of course
they are 20 inches tall, or 2020 years old,

but please perch
on these oh-so-perchable 20 inch steps.
made just for you.

rock on 1 chart

March 13, 2009 - Leave a Response

when i was lost i walked
the streets
and there was
a light

when i find
her i’ll tell her
i don’t know you
a lie for a lie

for her heart and
your life
i wasn’t

you weren’t
but light can lie even
as it blinds

and i found her
when i didn’t even know

i was lost

perpetual anticipation

March 10, 2009 - Leave a Response

do you know of sondheim and
his propensity
for the bizarre and beautiful?

do you know of the comforting
quality in the weight of the
comforter and the down
and the smoothness of the sheets
as you sleep?

our song  is
a perpetual one
at various times i whistle
hum or scream it
to see if you hear it too

too darn happy

September 30, 2008 - Leave a Response

those lonely thoughts
glimpses of what could have been
beautiful miseries
that I love to grasp onto
and weave into my every

are absent

when I drive now
i sit content
my pencil is still

when i try to write
everything comes out
puppies and rainbows

sunshine and unicorns

i’m just

too darn happy

check back

old news

September 27, 2008 - Leave a Response

i’m left with a hollow place

a crushing ache

a vibrant smile (fake)


it might be personal

because i take it that way

but you took some too

and your eyes will be open

September 21, 2008 - Leave a Response


crisp and tart

the original sweetness

the original sin


if i were allowed to live

in your garden

would i tire of

your perfection?


lose the


the thrill

the excitement of

our connection


would butterflies

eventually remain

still at the thought

of your face?


could i grow tired

of such a place?


if i did

i would still choose

to hold your hand as

we fell from grace


the tartness

the sweetness

the original sin


if they were mine to taste

for my taste in weather

September 20, 2008 - Leave a Response

When she said,

Yummy clouds today,

I knew for sure

That she belonged

To me.


Thanks, mom.

those tattooed boys

September 17, 2008 - Leave a Response
i miss those
lanky tattooed boys
with their easy laughs
and sarcastic smirks
i miss those
quiet girls
whose  smiles
you have to earn
those geniuses
who know it
but dont
flaunt it
the music theorists
stern conductors
bad bassoonists
i miss those
infinite hours
of possiblity
dark beer flowing
comfy days
of solitude
amongst strangers
and steaming coffee
I miss those nights
of silly boys
with endless lyrics
and no plan for tomorrow


September 16, 2008 - One Response

it’s poison! poison!

i say 

as i watch myself

take another bite