beneath shorting starlight,we’ve created our own language from the cadence of shattered hopes and squandered dreams. and I just want to touch you,but when was the last time you existedfingers curled in my hairbreath less and wild?
Post Type Archives: Poems
Narrative;Lye;Krypton (2015)
People are telling their engagement stories;I’m gonna lie to you for a while. (Stephen, I can’t accept this, you didn’t complete the assignment.)And the planets all looked west,and Superman 2 flew down from the sky (the special edition steel-book Blu-Ray edition, just $59.99)using it’s great strength the push the world counter-clockwise {not …
Narcissus (2014)
I wrote you a novel once,though, I haven’t read it. ‘n I chant your name endlessly,infinite dirges in the dark,but, I don’t have the meanin’. when I was little,I would thumb my dad’s Rosary,starin’ up at our lone steel Crucifix.‘n those same curves come to mind– …
My Desires (2013)
I want so badly—For some random contact in the night,To be the thing that drives me forward. But that isn’t fair to you.I should be the reason I go on,Not you, That’s too much pressure on you,Beautiful wonderful you. I’m just tired of doing this shit alone,Of dealing with this shit alone.
Moses in a red Charger (2014)
Dappled sunlight drifting through the trees,and the hard wood of this desk underneath me,what must, what must God think lookin’ down? ain’t no Noah built ark, far as I know, though me and Tom got paired off anyhow. But who’d he want to drown out, …
More poetry facts: (2014)
Uh, most poets have faces? Look, I didn’t sign on to make more of these. I just… you liked them so much, so I wanted to make more. I didn’t. Instead I wrote an awesome story where this Bear discovers he’s a reincarnation of Hunter S. Thompson and goes to re-infiltrate the Hells Angels, only …
moon-chant-rythms (2013)
Nightmare dancing moon-chant-rythms,nonsense syllables assembled from lies and greeting cards and bone-set longing. We’ve got some Cherokee, don’t we? [it’s Navajo] No, it’s Navajo and something else, it’s Cherokee isn’t it? [no, I think it’s Chickasaw]if I let my fraction drops of native blood lead me nation-side,they’d look at me like sorrow eyed parents …
Moby Dick (2013)
Behind the Door: 1. replaced a typo “on and one” 2. Added indentations to link ideas together, whale and inscrutable. 3. Refused to reblog, mostly to avoid spamming people’s dash. Melville’s got that peg-leg bent again,Going on and on about the inscrutable,And I’m certain it’s just as like he’s talking up Hawthorne. California hills in …
Millennial (2013)
They call me Millennial; Look at at me,Suit ‘n tie ‘n resume,“I’m sorry, we’re not hiring at this time,but we’ll keep your application on hand.” “So you’ve got a bachelor’s degree?”“No, but I’ve got ninety plus credit hours”And I’ve got somethin’ akin to a hundred thousand in debt– to those hours alone. I’m twenty two …
Masculine (2015)
Sometimes in the mornings I stare at myself in the mirror. It isn’t vanity that drives this, as I sit there picking apart all the scars on my skin, how my teeth are never white like other peoples, how the shape of my face is wrong, how my stomach has grown, how thin my hair …
