Drive to Work

child, drive Yourself
   to there
 or     work

child, drive Yourself
   to here
 don't     work

become:  no stops
   for bottles & glasses
       and marmalade jars

the road has:  nothing but
       pavement-grass
       guardrail-barriers the shape of trolls
       nagging-signs at every stomach

white spaghetti preserved
with radiant reflectors
cannot hide Your child body

IEP

insipid remainders
of child torture
in the pages of
Inclusion     Least      Restrictive

glaring teachers, hopeless
   shades in window panes
ripped & tripping
   on
     broken brick steps

A Hole in the floor
 (we walked the edges) they told us not to
toilet cupped steel frames

jumped a new silver fence
outside the rotten plywood window

shoes on plywood side-- bodies on

Those Methadones don't sleep

Emily

goddess is trite
vague atrocities
   walk the length of Dickinson's
   familiar gardens

where I, in my dirty hands,
have become lilac oils

I need to stop being lazy

"Recently" published poetry...if I wasn't so lazy I'd be submitting more, but this is it for now.

http://www.wordriot.org/template_2.php?ID=1847

Moon

fire the moon
she does me no good

moon, baby
clay, baby

the moon looks the
same from here
in earth

recall the moon
vacate the sky
earth spreads
her legs
more readily

in writing

A man
  does it matter (if boy?)
Anymore?
A man-- twice-- more
  my age (father's age)

Or, a man, any age

Age, eon, era, flower

            (stretch marks) -- I have been
      I am my defects, he

You are beautiful, he
you will find, he
but didn't, stretch marks

a man-boy and the
lady bug
on the breast of my sweatshirt
that can't be taken off
(good luck)

Coach Graduation

I am not a purse
but i am a person
"he sd"

      walk, pomp, disgust
to flank steak and tortellini
beneath Basketball nets
       and dark lights

Blah-Names, priestly white
stoles-- But I am not a
priest, or purse