Popular Poems About Travel

You have 30 seconds to tell me you love me  
Above ground on the subway  
Heading into the tunnel  
I love you ...

One cold autumn morning in late November a glove on the clothes line decided that life with it's mate was boring & awful.

It persuaded the clothespin to render it's hold and blew away on the next breeze.

A little girl stumbled upon it and loved the pretty colors.

She took it home and her mother got notice of it and told her daughter to throw it away.

As she was about to throw the glove away in the garbage pail outside, she became sidetracked and left the glove on the ground.

A stray dog saw the glove and began biting & tearing at...

Your ticket to Crunchy Fuck Harbor
is not an expensive plane ticket,
nor a cruise on a 5,000-passenger ship
with banks of intestinal looking water slides
It's not in any particular place in the United States
Or the world for that matter.

A trip to Crunchy Fuck Harbor
can be reached
via a simple stalk of celery.

Bite down

Hear it.


Be there.

The chariot's lull

the Light slowly fades

beneath the wheels
with words abrupt

a blanket of grit
on questing flesh
for a fresh-lit fire

talk is terse along
sharpened tongues
across prickly sheath
in hasty release...

a diamond-cut shaft
from the clinking strike
for movement as discussion:

scoring a night
on endless miles
of shadowed wire
as we    come
to the motor's roar

a rising...