i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting

it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling

joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair

i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley