it’s the quick quiet here,heavy with the first too-hot sun of the year,and in this muddled and muggy mire,I’m watching incense curland thinking of home. ‘cause house ain’t home till them roots go down,but I can feel them summer surges buildin’, for the second time,and too grows this road-lust. Another town, Another start.Too many folks …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #659 (2014)
starts with that gut rush tide surgin’darlin’, love, darlin’,I stood on Glacier Point in Yosimite,‘n I looked at erosion crags ‘n vistas that make poets like me,oh so weak in the knees.Had half a mind to jump just to see it from all the angles of decent,to watch the beautiful earth rise up ‘n clutch …
Untitled #658 (2014)
there is no reason you shouldn’t, too, have{ornamentals}
Untitled #655 (2014)
Darlin’,them self-punk pirates is on our wake,‘n it ain’t worth the time it’ll take. Way I figure,‘n I done some figurin’ on this, believe you me,we got one choice,we gotta f a l l …
Untitled #654 (2014)
Hun,my monitor’s gone and let its smoke out,‘n this ozone smell’s filled the air,‘n I’ve got molten plastic stringing from fingertips. the shut-down, the giving-up,there ain’t a reboot from that.We’re not runnin’ from drive, that’s smoked out too,just us and whatever’s left in the fast-fading RAM.Won’t be long ’til it just stops… There ain’t a …
Untitled #653 (2014)
Love, let’s strip it bare and look at the source-code of this for a bit.My criticism, like any, is some slopped attempt at differed self-awareness.[“most common in interpersonal criticism is the focus on attributes one finds unsatisfactory in oneself” *Strain, Dippel, et al.]So, you’re absolutely absolut, with that full on 80 proof vodka bite,and me …
Untitled #650 (2014)
Unfortunately, Mr. Kennedy, your fractals are fading fast.We’re going to have to perform a fragrencectomy.As a result of this, you won’t smell like much of anything,and, it is theorized, that since smell is such a binding part of mnemonic recall,no one will really be able to recall anything but vagueness about you.May I suggest looking …
Untitled #65 (2015)
I’ll build our bed by hand,‘n it ain’t but pine,but I’ll trace the stain through every grain with finger and palm,‘n I’ll know the taste of every screw. with ached ‘n scarred fingers I’ll carve: “even storms find themselves in safe harbor, sometimes.” with great scratching strokes, in secret places where I know your …
Untitled #649 (2014)
Elongating syllables for emphasis.Eurydice;Only with agency.
Untitled #648 (2014)
“NO!” the poetry teacher exclaimed!“There is nothing to your words,they have nothing to say.”“But you just called the piece before mine brilliant!”“It was!”“It was just phone-numbers from a phone’s contact list.”“BRILLIANT! I’m crowd-funding it now.”Silence.“We’re up to a million dollars in backing!”
