Archive for January, 2009

bad poetry written badly…

Posted in Poetry on January 8, 2009 by Caribbean Fool

tanked again.
in this place the empty cans
speak over protestations.
i thought real hard about
all the suppositions
and Mickey Rourke.

falling down,
i tripped on some carpet
and cracked my jaw.
serves me right
for flailing about the room
looking for a lit cigarette.

bad poetry made myself…

Posted in Poetry on January 7, 2009 by Caribbean Fool

stumble through the door,
another night’s morning song
playing across an empty can
makeshift fortune of a bastard’s

tourniquet in the morning light
of petty dispute.
insouciant stream of
verse taken apart
like petals of a flower