I’m lost in a parking lot on the left coast
w/an Afghan Kush and Grey Goose buzz
when Screamin’ Jay Hawkins
jumps the Sierra’s screaming:
“What can I do w/eighty-six kids
‘n each momma wantin’ my jam?!”
“Get in motherfucker!” I salvo,
kicking the gas like a mule bucks gravity.
Hurling down coastal route one
w/an oft-subpoenaed legend in my car doesn’t faze me.
Hell no! I expect these things from time to time.
The brain unhinged, the world batshit.
Screamin’ Jay riffing in the passenger seat is no more nuts to me
than dumping poisons in the ocean to my left. Its vast sky
full w/the moans of our daughters’ womb engines,
pumping out pilots, privates, and warlords
no one believes can win anymore.
Poems and music criticism have appeared/are forthcoming in over 400 national and international literary magazines but generate no reportable income. Second chapbook,Eve’s Venom (Post Traumatic Press, 2014) Purgatory Road (Pudding House Press, 2010)Anthologies include: WaterWrites & Riverine (Codhill Press, 2009, 2007) Will Work For Peace(Zeropanik, 1999). VP, Calling All Poets in Beacon, NY. Producer of CAPSCASTS, recordings from Calling All Poets, available at Itunes, SoundCloud, and http://www.callingallpoets.net. Music features, interviews & CD reviews appear in Elmore Magazine & the Van Wyck Gazette.