I see other people’s kids,And I cry. They’re beautiful. I dunno if I’ll ever be ready to do that,again.
Post Type Archives: Poems
October’s Eve (2015)
lately there’s just been so many reasons –not to write. but fall is finally heretastebuds called it too,too soon,months ago,but I can hear the ACs finally stutter–out. taste of winter in the air,hopeful thoughts maybe: languid dreams of blankets and your skin the way it tastes holiday pears the juice running down my chin. been …
Objectively Unhealthy Optimism. (2015)
There are a lot of things I don’t like about myself. But I’ll know I love you,if I can’t remember them some summer daywhen you ask what they are.
Not Yet a Home (2013)
This house still feels—like a place I am,Rather than a place I live. What without those memories of you blowing me on the staircase,Or that time another you snuck in the window,That time we heard the owl under the cover of covers,Or that stupid spaghetti dinner I insisted on making you,The time you called me …
Not Quite Half-Way (2015)
every pixel on a screenruns a thousand calculations a secondto decide what it should be doing. Minneapolis is a nine hour train ridefrom almost close to here.and it would cost so much to see you,and it would mean so much to see you. in simulations light is calculated rayspoints with motion and directionand we can …
Noise (2014)
I fill myself with noise. bar music blasting, and the way, the way you drape your legs. but, but you couldn’t possibly know, you wouldn’t want to know, how that buzzes me. I get drunker, and I tell you I don’t remember your name; …
Not really a love poem; I just really like blankets. (2013)
Let’s be honest here,It’s more like crawling back into a warm blanket,Than anything else. It’s not so much that it’s easy,You’re a complicated sort of thing, you are,You’ve got constellations for finger-tips, the breadth of you is vast,You contain multitudes, as conflicted Whitman put it. It’s not so much that it’s comfortable,You’ve got heavy grinding …
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No Raven (2013)
Mhmm, in film this would be a stormy night,‘n you’d come ’round rap, rap, rappin’ on my chamber door. you want in, you want in, I’m cry-cringin’ on the balls of my feet, curled up ‘n crawlin’ dead-weight ‘n bawlin’ I remind me of my first girlfriend, I was …
No really. (2013)
Let’s tell secrets– I’m listening to Panic at the Disco! Ain’t the sort of thing you’d expect, Least not far as I expect you’d expect. I expect you expect me to listen to some Johnny Cash, Maybe some death-metal, Alternative-indie-folk-rock– I do. But tonight, Tonight’s got a “Haven’t you people ever heard of– closing …
No it’s cool, I like it. (2013)
I’m making love to a whiskey bottle,And flirting with a man in front of me,And I don’t know what’s cheating on who. And I’m pretty sure I’m just as much of a man,Even if I want him fucking me. I can still take it,And be manlier than you’ll ever know. Pitcher,Catcher,It’s all a damn fun …
