pluck the truths thensky-blue petals that flutter to barren ground somewhere i learned to hate my anxieties to be ashamed let them sit caught underfootslide into pavement crackswhere black ants …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #164 (2015)
i’ve fallen from the capitollet the government of the Ido as it will. i’m for the little things anyhowthose few moments of claritythe small truthsthat come in the late hoursthe early toopruned from flowered darknessplucked from buds too youngto bloom alonesachrine sap sliding stick alongtracing cherished chantsin a language i almost wish i didn’t know. …
Untitled #163 (2015)
and in the late hoursmaybe the earlyi can’t but askif it’s that i can’tor that i don’t want to. and what dreams have i hadin years? sleep.
Untitled #162 (2015)
i hold your hand for as long as sleep will let mebefore it pushes me beyond your touch. the mountain is talland this bucket ain’t lightbut it ain’tain’t rightto let you suckle whatever backwash streamsthe mountain gives off,when i’ve got these strong armsand a love of climbing. intemperatetouch
Untitled #161 (2015)
low burndead-butt-smolderbeen without ideas for monthsall those dreams spent so easily‘n now i’m dreamlessendless used to be,used to be my dreams worth a dime at leastthen came that crash in the sleep-exchange,‘n we’ve been sittin’ on pennies now for yearsnot like anyone could have seenwe’d be dreamlessendlessbrokesovery soon. hear it rains them up in the …
Untitled #160 (2015)
a starlit skyoff the well traveled trail,and if a star falls in the woodsand burns everything to the fucking grounddoes Smokey the Bear make a sound? or is he sitting against the redwood bark,lighting his Camel,savoring the taste of American Industry,American History,while the hundred year treesspread seedlings in the blaze? there was a thunderstorm tonight‘bout …
Untitled #16 (2014)
You’ve sent me pictures of yourself,various stages of undress,but only, only the one,where those panties seem to stretch down,down,down,and all I can focus on is this little patch of skin,where everything is light,and the lights are low,and the quality is pixely,but there,there is fascination,and salivation,and just…a place I would like to put my mouth.Though, I …
Untitled #157 (2015)
firelightyour lips taste of firelight not that i could know this your body that great sweeping Ozark Forestwith all its bluffs and vistasunderstated well worn mountains not that it could be this it’s just these are the closest i’ve had to home calm.
Untitled #155 (2015)
I want to drive to Chicago,Sufjan Stevens singing about his mistakes(you know, in his “Chicago”)quoting “He had it coming!”(from the hit musical “Chicago”) and i want to stand on a stagetelling the world how much you mean to meknowing,bittersweet,no matter how well i projectthe words may never passunburdened by electric translationstraight from my lipsto your …
Untitled #154 (2015)
i’m setting up a wireless router for work,and every time i fuck it up: paperclip in the hole for ten seconds factory reset like nothing happened try again. again. now i’m half a block from itrunning diagnostics on …