Read From the Beginning? Drunk, I wake upon her couch, Her roommate and him bustle in, A frozen pizza and beer in hand, She beautiful and sensuous, He ugly, scarred, and coarse. He apologizes for the intrusion on my dreams, And again I drift. Tipsy, I wake upon her couch, He is pouring his fifth …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Infomercial (2014)
“Mr. Kennedy, what’s a poet?” I’m very glad you asked, Cindy, we’ve got a lot to talk about. See, that’s a rather complicated answer, and the answer starts very small, because, Cindy, a poet is someone who creates poetry. Do you know what poetry is, Cindy? “No, Mr. Kennedy.” The definition agreed upon by most …
Illinios (2014)
I dream of thunderstorms. I dream in lightning-cracks and pit-pats. I dream in dark clouds speared by sunsets. I dream for licking winds slick with Mississippi waters. I dream for freight-train roars in green-sick skies. I dream for old home windows rattling their panes. I dream of thunderstorms, …
If only I had cowboy boots (2013)
I got suggested some cocaine tonight, “hey man how’s your night,” “it’s alright, be better when I get my smokes” “but it’d be better still if you got some coke, am I right?” “nah, I’m feelin’ a little more chill than that.”but I listened to the man,got a Cherry Coke and a wine flavored Black …
If I wrote a poem about you, would you love me for the night? (2013)
Let’s not beat around the issue here,I’ve got sex on the mind. But I ain’t ever been too fond of fuckin’ for fuckin’s sake,sure I want to grab your wrists, ‘n hold you down,sure I want to know the taste of your skin,for you ‘n I to leave bruises we have to hide or blush …
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I would like to be in a relationship where we both accepted this as a viable love poem. (2014)
I want you, my marrow cries at the sight of you. Either you’re a bag of pizza rolls,or I imagined you,because I have never known something so perfect. so delicious.
I still have your pictures saved. (2013)
More, more than anything,you remind me of the smell of smoke,the taste of soft flesh,and cadaver {thinking} of sertraline doping my veins.platonic as we are,you remind me most, of {lust}.I nicknamed you for {vices.}
I may be Native, but I don’t know shit. (2013)
Closest I ever been to my Native American heritageis balls deep in this Cherokee woman I was usin’, Told her “I’m using you.”‘n she said “So?” Her skin looked caramel,but she tasted like a woman,and she came thick and hard. She was my height,twice my weight,and she was beautiful. I was usin’ her ’cause she …
I’m not saying my race and gender don’t deserve a little Karma. (2013)
Just thought I’d point out,That it’s one hell of a juxtaposition,To Know you’re read in America, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, England,And other places, thanks to the beauty of this internet,By one young woman who chose, of all things, my poetry collection to help her learn English. I’m not saying I’m famous, or even well read,But …
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I’m lonely, but … (2013)
Relationships scare the shit out of me.Now you gotta realize,I’m talking from a perspective of perpetual failure.(Mind, not “oh, it’s not you, it’s me” levels of failure) There was that time I worked the guts to ask you out,Only to find out that night,Smug look on my face,That we were moving out of town in …
