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 #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 #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 …