wafting waved presented

interested peaked hopeful

the scent


sit stand jump

stay lay rollover

the action


good boy good dog

empty praise empty hand




I was cursed at birth

labored under a dark sun

in a cloudy world where failure was feared



I grew up on a planet where

exposure, shame and death

were surrounding us

blocking the sun



I worried that I would

become the cloud

blocking the warm rays

and bright happiness

of a son that was shaded from me



It will not stop

it will not sleep

it will not wait, pause or ponder

Unrelenting to eclipse

bend, break or hide

the light that would reach me.


save yourself

while you can

save yourself


The Bishop’s Door

The Bishop’s Door

if closed, is always locked

but not by brass or steel


The Bishop’s Door

is a barrier formidable

guarded by the ghost of holiness


The Bishop’s Door

demands confession

admission and contrition


The Bishop’s Door

requires you bare your soul

regardless the man


The Bishop’s Door

is the gateway to heaven

the straight and narrow gate


The Bishop’s Door

behind which a man can be a man

and an angel do the work of a devil.


Is your heart behind The Bishop’s Door?


Yeah, Whatever

OK, I’m ready to talk.

Yeah, whatever.

Seriously, you’ve been begging for

me to communicate and I’m ready to talk.

Yeah, whatever.

I emptied the savings account

and invested in 6 kilos of uncut cocaine.

Yeah, whatever.

I love you more than life itself

Yeah, whatever.


See, you do it too!

Caught you!   My habit is made good

by your indiscretion.

I have waited for this

waited to spring

waited to validate

to eviscerate

and now I have a coup

I am freed from guilt

or shame or any negative thing.

It’s on you.  It’s all you.