Wife and I are standing in the supermarket,cold-case stripped mostly bare,white large eggs $9 for a dozen brown large organic $4 for a dozen years and years of the Danny DeVito memeand I just… And to be clear, brown eggs are better anyhowmore flavor, better for baking– and to say I’m worried would be an …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Sixteen Watercolors in the Western Tradition (2013)
1.It was Chicago where they cut apart the way she walked.On the table pneumonia ravaged her body,And they hooked her up to this box that went,Chug-chug-chug-chug,And each time the little white plastic went around,Her chest went up, and down, and up, and down.This tube perched over her like a mother bird feeding the young,Without which, …
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Your month is over, so it’s time I admitted something. (2013)
I say that my affection is platonic, but I mean that the way I fake smile out of conflicts.I want my mind wrapped in yours, my skin ‘n yours turned mobius strip. I have heard your voice crack at the fringe, ‘n I’ve talked you back, rather than runnin’ off. ‘n …
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Young Poets (2014)
Truth though: Your diction lags,you ain’t got style to that flow,it’s 2014 and you’re tryin’ to one up Shakespeare, the beauty of all this is that the rules got broke,‘n more than ever we’ve got these fires to stoke. you’re shitty ass poets,and it ain’t for lack of skill,just vision. …
You taste like punk rock and processed foods (bad, but so damn good) (2013)
I ain’t exactly sure how to memorialize you,It ain’t quite love,‘n it ain’t quite lust.–Not to imply that affection’s a binary juxtaposition But it’s gotta say somethin’ that I ain’t ever touched you,‘n just knowin’ I got a text from you gets me grinnin’ chesire–Ear to fuckin’ ear.–I’d disappear if I could, but only to …
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You’re not doomed, just sad. (2013)
You feel like you’re shadow sliding,enduring the rough-shod reckoning,the pain you feel is so powerful, so powerful, Rum and coke was the first,Captain Morgan’s on my 19th,We drank and watched the Bruce Willis flop, Hudson Hawk.Him, his girlfriend, and me.He walked me home as I found inclines steeper than they should be.First drink was on …
You keep asking me how old I am, and you say I sound so different than the others. (2013)
I’ve spent these last few months living on borrowed affection.The beneficiary of lust-lewd thoughts I did not deserve.I even fell in love for a while.you keep asking me how old I am,and 22 don’t feel old,but to some, to some it is.You don’t talk to people,and chances are I talk to too many. But we’ve …
You’d Know it by the Irregular Packaging, and the Constant Smell of Pickled Cucumbers (2013)
One Christmas I gave the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever given:An annotated copy of my childhood. I’d spent hours scratching down memories and sarcastic quips,Secrets and plans on the layout of my brains(for quick reassembly, for whatever reason). It was thoughtful because I knew I was leaving,And I knew that you loved me,So I sat …
You ask and you shall recieve. (2013)
jump-cut,you ‘n me ‘n a bottle of whiskey, because you want me to be truthful. you want me to be truthful. truthful. when I met you, you offered me and our best friend some ecstasy, no, you promised it. we had just drunk ‘n smoked ‘n ran our way from bluff …
You And Me (2013)
I love you,I love you,I love you,And it doesn’t make any difference that you’re more imaginary than anything. Fuck you,I can love you if I want,Stop trying to make this hard.I love you. I love me.
