the ticker-tape’s spitting,just about now.Annnnnnnnnnd, the diagnosis is in.Seems that all my problems come down to the fact that I share neurochemistry with that of a grape,and since I don’t spend my days lounging in seasonal sunlight,well… the results are unsatisfactory. picking up on the even numbers of things,the division of problems to single act, …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #645 (2014)
There are two monks entrolled at my former university,and I’m quite convinced my best friends may be Death Eaters. they are threatening “Muggles” by their own admission. and yesterday I termed myself burn-out to the girl I was tutoring,an example of what not to be. and the cynical wordage of my conceptions of two …
Untitled #644 (2014)
I’m fairly certain the very clearly pregnant woman standing next to me in line has her phone on speaker in her purse because from that bag there is the voice of a middle aged woman and a young child of indeterminate age and gender speaking in hushed tones that remind me very much of meaningless …
Untitled #642 (2014)
‘n i got this up-chuck pot-luck sorta feelin’ goin’,ain’t about the sick, but those gray-faced folks standin’ by,talkin’ how they nursed it, kneaded it, baked it just long enough, just long enough,that’s about how long we’ve known one another,that is, if I can still pass a Turing test. but you’ve sent me all these pictures …
Untitled #640 (2014)
Love, i’m tired of all the mornings,Love, i don’t know the score,and i don’t particularly want, Love, there’s the gone and the gone-by,Love, and all the broken lighters spark with no flame,there’s fuel, but it won’t burn, Love, there’s goodbye, and the goodbye,Love, don’t reckon I’m for either, yet,but its all got that allure. Love,
Untitled #64 (2015)
The sun’s jealous cause the ray in my gun came from atomically unstable materials. But you’ve also got a nice smile and those drown deep eyes.So, it’s probably not too happy about that either.
Untitled #638 (2014)
God doesn’t know how to say no,and I’m not godly in the least,but neither do I. And maybe god isn’t grand,but some awkward beast,just giving what it can.
Untitled #637 (2014)
Right, kid, if you’re gonna wing me, I gotta give you the specs:I want a woman with a low-wide fightin’ stance,‘n skitterin’ feet that ain’t ever slowin’ or betrayin’ her intent.I want a woman with gut punch speech,‘n that ain’t takin’ no shit kind of livin’ Kid, I want a woman so complete she wouldn’t …
Untitled #636 (2014)
Old roads with rough-cut fences,leaning with prominent winds. ‘n dust mouthed ‘n dry we whispered i love yous,‘n ain’t it, ain’t it just like them old roads,to get you so, so lost. But darlin’ maybe I just ain’t cut out for all this travel.Got me a good book ‘n this dog that won’t stop sittin’ …
Untitled #635 (2014)
President Obama looks like he hasn’t slept,why would he? I don’t blame him,but he’s got to say more than that.
