6. Weak Sauce (A Sonnet from 2005)

As to not come on too strong, like perfume
Lightly lacing neck and face devoid of
Steroid stir ups holding place, I’ve marooned
My moxie on a dessert island pub
Spooning daydreams of nice-screams cubed, but scared
Of a love impaired since last licked then crushed
With lust, broken trust that smacked cracked ribs spared
Fanning flaw-fully flared floozies I fussed
Over for too long, too deep, losing sleep
Weeping I’ve awoken holding back lax
Twiddling thumbtacks trying not to keep
Piercing fierce, but this recent heart attack
Sound action is in order, I’ll take two
Hold the heartbreak, an extra side of you.

Posted 11 months, 2 weeks ago at 9:23 pm.

5. Royally Flushed (An Acrostic Sonnet)

J-ewel fuels fools with popomatic pleasure
Ecstasy infectious, she’s unmeasured
Perfection-projecting sexy treasure
Forty amnesiacs can’t forget her.
If she were letters she’d be mmm-eMs.
The Navasana held up by two ssss-STems
Fucking cupcakes filled with precious g-gems
Or melting mouths like ovened-eminems.
Recliner chair pose more like a stone throne
Adorned with diamond studded ice-cream cones
Kisses should be quickly cloned and flown home
It’s this Queen Elizabeth who owns Ohm.
Now this jester’s jonesing for promotion,
Give me the crown jewels of her devotion!

Posted 1 year ago at 7:30 am.

4. A Little To Do About Something

The better the Ben-addiction the more
Clearly Claudio will appear to be
Hooked on Heroin with no in but for
Scoring dope from Leo n’ Otto’s key.
But getting high plans have been flushed Down Johns
Before Pay.  Drove Bye-rocks-he-owes the Don
In debt and it shall Be-a-trice sans
Death catching up in speed to this here Con-
Ratted out by barking Dog’s-burying
Their noses in arrest rooms on the Verge
Of soon discovering who’s ferrying
The crystal truth. But fakes there’s been a surge
And Claudio has found a batch of flex,
That will kill quick the minute he injects.

Posted 1 year ago at 11:51 am.

3. NY LONELY LONELY NY

Nordic Track now spackle back smooth sailing
Emailing ain’t the same as being your breeze
Where subways play white-woodwind sounds, hailing
Your aura absent near big-apple bees
Of honey-suckle seat buckle strap down
Reverse clap-frown, arms open-smiles up
Kleptomaniacs heart stealing through town
Stand puzzled at mine with denial cupped
Like they could never have it for themselves
Optometrists list your eyes out of sight
Needles-haystacks like you-wonderful shelves
Earthworms enrich soil you enrich nights
Leave me a loan of love but not alone
Yorks lose new by you skipping town like stone.

Leaving Bowery where we bow or we
Oscillate on slam contenders spitting
New verse see-sawing imagined airy
Exposition beneath stars outwitting
Losers drawing escape plans through the back.
Yet my confidence remains set intacked
Not unlike thumbs push-pinning noses smack
Every time penalty where scores are hacked
With I saw her first eye-sores so sadly
Yearning to score a Bo Derek oil peek
Of the sacrificial goat who badly
Resembles a kid with no ID and meek
Karen recited will always get tens
Scott will write it using more than just pens.

Posted 1 year ago at 11:48 am.

2. Making Space

(An acrostic sonnet written in the Spring of 2000)

Rotating rests with these unwanted guests
Of space invading spades in decks of hearts
On bolted beds sewn shut from roommate pests-
More room for mates is needed best when darts
Find bulls-eyes in your thighs and eyes from why
Our love strikes strong with frustration this time.
Roaring for some sensation that’s denied
Yesterday and now never, as we climb
Over collegiate claustrophobics that
Usurp our piece of mind and body’s touch
Halving seconds spent seducing –but stats
Everlasting increase with love of such
Remarkable endure till days of doom
Ensuring my heart will always have room.

Posted 1 year ago at 11:42 am.

1. SCOnneTT 2005

(A wonderful teacher I once had at the Stella Adler Acting Conservatory by the name of Sir Andrew Wade once proposed this challenge to our class. “If you can find a Shakespearean speech, poem, soliloquy or scene without a point I will gladly take you to dinner.” He emailed me later and told me how he kept the piece with him while it literally traveled around the world)

If I kiss my premise goodbye then I
Speak the speech I slay you, like broken pens
Less mighty than swords swallowed, as I lie
Pointless by beds of nails filed, while tens
Of thousands extend their middle fingers
Singing suicides of sense, a penny
For your thoughts caught in heads of tail stingers.
Two bees or not two bees question when we
Buzz in on Jeopardy without a clue.
Was it Shakespeare with the quill in the script?
Or did we skip its purpose in these few
Lines now composed in lieu of being flipped
The Bard, guarding answers forevermore
For with no ground I stand a clever bore.

Posted 1 year, 3 months ago at 7:32 pm.