God it’s been such a long time a comin’ to this,lettin’ it all just distill. ‘n I’m lookin’ forward to them winter months just peakin’ over horizon,them Illinois polar vortex shinanegans,them cold days eatin’ at what was the tails of summer.can’t wait for them frigid mornin’s spent wrapped in more blankets than …
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When I Go to Meet Moses (First Published in The Altar Collective Volume III) (2014)
“what dreams may come”/“Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come” in my dreams– I am time ravaged ‘n sore, reeking of vice ‘n long past leathered. hand laid rest on the brow of some blue-eyed husky. scrawlin’ out madness in diction. anything to drown out the snow-fall silence of the night. …
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What it’s like to piss the bed. (2013)
Pissing the bed(That’s the way the phrase turns,When you become too old to “wet”“You pissed the bed again!”)Is a sense of complete reliefFollowed by cold deep shame. It’s not unlike a wet dream.(Or maybe that’s me;My first was about fucking a stuffed bunny,And as I crept out for a change of sheets,I was pretty sure …
Weird Late Night Questions #1 (2014)
What does a hipster lumberjack look like?
We haven’t talked in months. (2013)
He had a crush on me from the first time he saw me,least that’s what he said. I dunno if that’s a line he’s feedin’or if that’s truth he’s seedin’but it ain’t every day I’m all objectified. I kinda like it sometimes,Like the idea of curlin’ up around him,runnin’ my fingers through his hair,soft kisses …
Waiting for home to come steaming up-river. (2014)
My apartment is an old house on the hill, poorly and incompletely refurbished.From my hall and rickety fire-escape,I look off over the Davenport skyline, towards Rockport’s just accross The River. At night the city fills with orange lights, Centennial bridge half-lit most nights.All the old houses in this neighborhood have these same river-facing windows.The romantic …
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Voice-mail #9 (2015)
Honestly, you shouldn’t be on this list, but I’m calling you anyway,because,I guess,I guess I said or did something,or maybe it was just because I reminded you of your brother.But you told me to fuck-off,and you never came back. Whatever it was. I don’t think you’ll ever know how sorry I was. Goodbye, Dandylion.
Voice-mail #8 (2015)
So, you know how I asked that once if I could watch you cut? I don’t know why I did that.I really don’t. But,I look at my body in the mirror now,and there are so many scars. They never said anything about the scars when I was growing up. Dead-weight reminders, I guess. This call …
Voice-mail #7 (2015)
Hey… I just wanted to thank you, I guess. I mean,I was probably a lot more awkward than I should have been,but you were younger than all the other teachers I had,and you were so interested in me and my progress,and I maybe mistook that for something else,or wanted to mistake it. But you’re the …
Voice-mail #6 (2015)
Yes, hello, yes. Hey man. Uh, I stole your copy of Pokemon silver, like ten years ago or so. You liked this stupid Spongebob game much more, and I just pocketed it when you weren’t looking. I kind of wondered if you’d ever ask. You didn’t. Uh, I can mail it to you, but you …
