MANTRA FOR A PERFECT MORNING

look into the pan
hear that grey cube fry
sing with me the chant
I’m the liver mush guy 

A BETTER FUTURE

if I ran for president 
my campaign slogan would be:
a street called liver mush
in every hometown
a block of liver mush
on every kitchen table
and $2000 a month
for all your liver mush needs

HEADED HOME

in waffle house
eating liver mush
I text my mom goodnight

BREAKFAST FOR DINNER

below the moon
a greasy plate
reflects the moon

WARMTH IS THE SOUL OF FOOD

think about that next time
you burn your tongue
because you couldn’t wait
for the liver mush to cool 

EVERYTHING GREY IS LIVER MUSH

fog crushing
the walt whitman bridge
with its huge ass

NEW FRIENDS IN THE CITY 

I shared
with the couple next door
a few poems
about liver mush
the man led me to their room
and showed me a gun