the taste of Whiskey on my lips Squirrel chatterin’ out the window at the rainstorm ruinin’ his day.soft breath against my back,curlin’ up in the aches of me, loungin’ in my crags ‘n along my thistles, what i wouldn’t give.the taste of Whiskey on my lips …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #411 (2013)
the elegant simplicity of a yellow VW bus– –running down a California highway, –horns in the background, resolution ahead.I’ve seen far too many indie styled movies with great, great soundtracks.want so much to know that shift, the moment when things start getting better,long shot in pastels, Freelance Whales, “Generator Second Floor”, sister hauling herself …
Untitled #409 (2013)
Let’s play a game of pretend. let’s pretend that it means anything, anything at all, let’s pretend that this isn’t some great– the fake diamond studs in his ears fool no one,he came to me from the crowd, asking for a smoke,a little too, a little too, a little too, talkin’ about an old …
Untitled #405 (2013)
Dada Cyberneticism
Untitled #40 (2014)
if i love you, even a little,it’s because i love you, even a little,and for no other reason than that. but the fact that your lips taste like bbq,doesn’t hurt, even a little.
Untitled #4 (2014)
I love you because it’s convenient,and that ain’t romantic,but it’s true.
Untitled #397 (2013)
my poem is very happy,giddy in fact,flipping you the bird,and calling you a hack. I did try to raise it better,but what can you do?
Untitled #394 (2013)
you told me you wanted to kiss like dew on lilies.that’s actually pretty soggy,can we use our saliva a little less?
Untitled #392 (2013)
Sometimes I look through my computer and find old poems I wrote for contests/submissions and then just cast aside for one reason or another. This one is from my junior year of college, and it was an attempt at an Anglo-Saxon Elegy (the prof. who thought up the challenge was well versed in classical poetry …
Untitled #391 (2013)
If I were an English teacher,I’d have to teach my own work,not because it’s the best,but because if someone asked me if I really knew what it meant– –I could be convincing when I lied.
