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 …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Second star to the right, (2013)
“and straight on ‘til morning.” ah shit, you’re in it now, self realization has hit the fan. grown ass man, grown ass man, ain’t worth shit. gone off to Neverland, run, run, runnin’ you’ve got all these memories, got all these reasons to be, ‘n you, you ain’t …
Second Attempt (2015)
So,I think you’re really attractive,but I’m also terrified of sex with you.With anyone,but I’m supposed to say that no one else matters. that’s the way romance works, right? So…Can we go out to dinner?I want to stare down at my food,and wonder what the fuck I should even say. it’s what everyone is doing. and …
Sanguine (2014)
i may be dead,I may be dying,but the sunset is beautiful tonight.
Said the terrible to someone who can do better: (2014)
Love,I’m afraid your analogue signal is a little outdated for our digital age.If you can’t shape up, and bump your resolution,I’ll have to admit your obsolescence, and upgrade.And let’s not get into any arguments about the fact that my eyes cannot physically differentiate between your resolution and resolutions higher than yours,science proves that said resolutions …
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Rolling Thunder (2014)
Thunder is the sound of the world recovering from void,of absence being filled with whatever is around. Pretty much always air, yep. and how much do you see yep in poetry? does that make it advanced guard, or is …
Robot Haiku #II (2016)
blood-red trailexploding far from branchI wait, old.
Robot Haiku #III (After Teaching It 3,000+ New Words) (2016)
happy vistableaching far from mountaincactus arrests, aberrant.
River Bed (2014)
Kid ain’t wakin’ up,and that lightnin’ ain’t quittin’,and those drops keep fallin’. Mississippi smells of earth and summer, got that undercurrent decay. And she’s lickin’ them tree-trunks like supper’s comin’. Fade-in, raise the curtain, sunrise,lightnin’ kissin’ my cheeks, ‘n thunder trailin’ after.Come on, come on …
Robot Haiku #1 (2016)
unshaven trailrunning close to riverI explode, lofty.
