Sunday, April 30, 2017

A religious moment















Down by the falls

geese shit on the sidewalk

In front of the Church.


Strutting back and forth

Honking and preening

about their perfection


Wading ankle deep

in the excrement

they create.


CH 2017

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Moon Cycles


At one in the morning

I step outside.

The Moon looks bored

So I howl

letting my inner coyote

run free.

Till the neighbors


yell at me to shut up

Monday, March 20, 2017

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Just passing Through




In The bad Part of Town


Pigeons high on Crystal


commit suicide


diving into traffic


off the over pass.


Rush hour commuters


talking on their Smart phones


never see them.




Saturday, February 11, 2017

forty one degrees outside

The Thaw

The snow out front is melting.

How many curse words

are buried in those mountains

of shoveled snow?

Just waiting waiting to be released

in the thaw to offend the passer by.



CH 17

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Nothing is True , or Alternative Facts







Guerrilla dissidence .

In an age when

speaking the truth

is called a lie

and speaking a lie

is called the truth

we need poets ,

we need writers

and we need painters

to tell the stories

every one else is afraid to tell.

Howl from the roof tops ,

agitate in the bar ,

scribble on the napkins

in the coffee house .


Spread the images on your canvas . 

Do not be silent .

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

No Gin in Siberia

No Gin in Siberia

There is no Gin in Siberia

and in the Camps on the

Mexican border you

will be lucky to get Mezcal.

Maybe  your tent will have a

toad that you can lick its sweat

for its LSD like euphoria.


After working all day on the wall .

but you will share that toad

with Rebels and poets.