Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Anxious Creatures & Hiatus

Anxious Creatures

So many Twits
And Faces and Grams
With Snaps and Pins
Inside Tubes and Clouds
The world digitized – 
Despite the Links
We are disconnected
With a rectangle
Hidden in our pocket
And a fear
Of meeting a person
In person
Slaves in digital chains – 
We are social creatures
With social anxiety
So, we blog and post
And watch and like
Puttering in our homes
Day and night


I went four years without sex
I didn’t pursue it but didn’t reject it
Unless I was absolutely certain
That it was mutual consent
Either we were both sober
Or both drunk
Women liked being around me
Because I didn’t try to fuck them
Some of them wanted to fuck me
I was lonely but much happier

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Transcend Bigotry & First Impressions

Transcend Bigotry

You ever want to
Change your face
Change your race – 
Change your sex
Your gender
Your faith – 
Some would change
To feel accepted
At peace
With the Wasps – 

I claim no place
No label – no box – 
My race, my sex
My everything
Is my name – 
Don’t call me white
Or man
Or straight
Call me James
The only label I claim

I’m not white
I’m just James – 
My four eyes
Are color and gender blind

First Impressions

It doesn’t matter
How many people I help
Or how kind I am – 
You’ll never see me
As anything more
Than some
Bastard –

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Symptoms & Shitty Male Role Models


Lack of trust
Social isolation
Difficulty expressing
Low self-esteem
Inhibited sexuality
Repressed memories
Feeling different
Not human
Auditory hallucinating
Anxious behavior
Terminal loneliness
Premature ejaculation
Inability to orgasm
Chest pounding
Hands shaking
Panic attacks

Shitty Male Role Models

My sister was in the army
I had just graduated Basic Combat Training
My father was never in the service
But his brother was way back when
He explained, in the army, that was this and this was that
My sister said things had changed
She said that was that and this was this
My father said no – that was this and this was that
I said my sister was right about that and this
My father said, “Oh I guess they changed things.”
Wasn’t my sister’s validation good enough?

We were at my father’s uncle’s house
And the police showed up
Someone accused my father’s uncle
Of sexually molesting a baby, less than 2-years-old
The police left; no arrests
My father and sister and I said nothing
We learned later the accusations were true
Having a father who had no respect for women
Suddenly didn’t sound so bad

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.