blood on a page looks more like a Rorschach test,than it does anything like somethin’ that’s gonna change my opinion of you. years ‘n years ‘n years ago, my great aunt died. held the service in a splotch-carpeted triple-wide, played with her children, maybe grand-children –that side of the family’s relation to me was …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Sleep Deprived. (2014)
Gasoline and cut grass,dirt under fingernails,bearing grease wiped on pants, You know, in middle school I thought about being called Tom. It was this whole self-identity thing, …
Sleep (2014)
Dead-daydreams beat dusty drums.I should be sleeping, –sleeping. I used to dream of this great house,built around this great tree,with doors in every room to this courtyard,where I could sprawl beneath its shade,I used to dream– –sleeping. I used to write poems to dreams,but they left, one by …
Simply (2014)
I ain’t lookin’ for a need, darlin’,ain’t nothing scares me more. What I want is someone warm, ‘n kind,who simply wants me around. ‘n nothin’, nothin’ more.
Shower Fiction (2013)
The shower is the perfect place for writing fictionI’m okay.You take those motions you do every day, you don’t have to thinkLet the water wash this away.Characters prance around your mindI’ll be honest today.You walk out with the whole thing outlined in your headI’ll be honest today.The shower is the perfect place for writing fiction.
Sex is a Language (2013)
The first images I saw of sex,Were diagrams of people cut in half,Picture books of all the little bits and bobs dissected and analyzed. I fucked a girl like that once,She never spoke,So I did nothing but dissect silence. The next images I saw of sex,Were puss, and ooze, and open wounds,Mistakes and regrets writ …
Service (2015)
I ask a table, “Can I get you any coffee?”No one looks at me,lights are going down.One man says, “no thanks.”I start walking away,only to hear them start to yell,“Hey! We want some coffee!”“YEAH! You’ve got to ask, you can’t just sashay past!” *Sassmaster 2,000 armed*lights are going down.vigorous pointing at empty coffee cups. *fucks …
Sequoia Bark (2014)
You probably can’t tell just from lookingbut I’ve got sequoia bark covering the heart-wood of me– flame resistant time-grown armor. years and years ago,him with his holiday belly,he had lighter-flint-fingers, always trying to light some spark in me,he was honor-bound, friend of the family,highly/Highly/HIGHLY recommended. I’ve had a lot of time since,a lot of time …
scars ‘n stretch-marks (2014)
my body is a dusty road,wash outs ‘n ditches that weren’t there before,I been traveled hard,‘n I’m young yet.
“Self Love” (2013)
A drunken selfie in lingeriebeer in one hand, phone in the other,thigh high stockings ‘n garters,pale cream skin,crafted for presentation. there’s dust on the windowsill, and the runners have that paint-cracked age to ’em discarded notebooks ‘n pencils ‘n laundry all over the floor. “self love” you tag it and post for the world …
