For five years now,it’s been “I don’t know”in staccato refrain. well like G.R. Martin says,“Winter is coming”‘n I ain’t for facin’ the cold alone. Five years,I been sayin’ the “I don’t know”s,and five years since I’ve had any ideas,but the bridges are icing median first,and the frost is gnawingat the snowmelt green lawns,and that Mississippi’s …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #139 (2015)
. it’s been a heavy sort ‘a day kid. there ain’t no denyin’ that,not tryin’,not even thinkin’. but you got more stubborn in you than that.back straight,foot in line. {there are places to go,}/things you have to see. long windin’ roads to go down.
Untitled #138 (2015)
. darling, it’s been so long since you’ve slept. come to bed. whateverit is,it can wait.
Untitled #137 (2015)
modest mouse ‘n desert airmouth dry, probably the chips,bags strewn ‘cross the backseat,shoes off, hand out the window.Just South of Dawn.
Untitled #136 (2015)
you ever feel like you’re only alive when you’re running,like everything else is waiting,waiting for this? yeah,me either…
Untitled #135 (2015)
all it took,couple ‘a days ‘n a ravelto tear this life down.see the clumps of dirt still fallin’ from the roots heavy achin’ thuds moanin’ ’bout somethin’ undone, the cadence of failure, the melody of rejection, patterin’ to the tune of the run. Kid, you was prepared to declaresupreme all-knower ltd.Had all the cards printed. …
Untitled #134 (2015)
One of my favorite poems,is taped to the refridgerator door–going in lushious lines about some plum. this poem,isn’t like that. I never told you, but I thought about loving you once. rolled the fantasy in my mouth tasted the idea for days. still hadn’t given up the thought. but,this poem,isn’t like that,it isn’t about that. …
Untitled #133 (2015)
I’ve been obsessed with putting the best form forward,dragging every dreg of meaning. lonely lines of code on the semi-global network,called cradled and clutched from browser to browser.endless erratic changes. so unlike a page…where each ink-etch falls in cadence. and maybe it’s that the meaning doesn’t mean anything,and maybe it doesn’t mean anything. I can’t …
Untitled #132 (2015)
I’m more and more preoccupiedwith how my work looks on phones because I want you to know exactly what I meanwhen I say– .
Untitled #131 (2015)
i am so very small . and everything else so very large.
