My Life is Absurd

I have a shit ton of poetry in my sketchbooks from my adventures abroad that I forgot about(not to mention travel sketches)

Holy shit guys I need to get my shit together and do some really cool illustrations and put it all in a book and try to make some goddamn money

American Haikus in Italy


Cross-eyed Lady

You have to check your bags in

frost bite eats us all


Affectionate kiss

Virtues and vices surround

kiss of betrayal


Return to classical

In the middle of a farm

Don’t sit on the chairs


Setting in the west

Eastern influences rise

cemetery fishes


The audience looks

silent streets with no actors



The blood of Jesus

The sky is barrel vaulted

elegance bleeds forth


Mantua Las Vegas

Giants crushed; Gods rage party

fish swarm for thrown bread


The fair Verona

with a tomb for a lady

letters for the dead


Ugly devil with

angelic talent playing

songs he don’t repeat


Peasants do not dream

of wood seats and wondrous shows

domain of the prince


Parma, a city

is much too cheesy for me

Parmasian cheesy


The trashcans are on fire again

the workers united

will never be divided


Snow falls in the lonely station

heart beats and sonic boom boots

break the silence


Vespas stalk the streets

Buses gallop and roar past

Taxis leave no survivors


Ciao Bella!

Come va?

Andiamo al bar?


No peanut butter

No ziploc bags

No cheddar cheese


Walking along the Arno

Still waters

Besides a tempest mind


There are no toes

On the pigeon’s foot

I trip on the cobblestone



my love of pizza