Minecraft turned me into a dick.–I say that,–but it probably only swelled the dick in me–some careful rubs,–a well timed glance,–the whole package-to-package sales technique. I am on your server,stealing from your farms. I live underground.I do not come up for air,I come up for blood. Maybe it’s madness,These California mountains wouldn’t know a good …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Hyperventilation (2013)
The turning point between,Okay,–and not,Is about the width of a breath.
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a reference pop? (2013)
I work at a liquor store now, and my trainer carded me today because I apparently look a decade older than I am. Am I the picture of Dorian Gray? If I’m the picture of Dorian Gray, what happens if I kill Dorian Gray? Can there be only one? Will I become one with everything? …
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Honesty (2013)
My father told me I was selfish for staying in bed,I told him why I was there.He handed me some tissues,And told me he wouldn’t judge me if I stayed.
Honest Kiss Aside, I ain’t ever worn cowboy boots, but the pair you bought fits, ‘n comfort is a thing. (2014)
I dreamed about you this morning.Knowing I’m a young man of my age,it shouldn’t surprise you the context. But I’m not so good at pulling back from that intimate,probably why I stay away. i’ve got this highway ache comin’ on, this travel …
His Oaken Joints (2013)
As an atheist,If find it mighty funny how often I think of Moses. And I ain’t talkin’ like“Moses supposes his toes are roses”, More like,As this great force of nature,Climbing out of the grain of forests,Rough-hewn from chunks of granite,Leathered over with a hide tanned by labor and vice.Smile lines, deep-dug canyons splintering out from …
Hijacked Perspective (2013)
Most people don’t––Imma fuckin’ stop you right there. Ain’t there enough of that already? Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it, per-se, but you ain’t some magic eye lookin’ down on it all. You’re a broken sack a’ lookin’ at the pettin’ zoo through a hole you wore in your ass-crack. What I’m gettin’ at here is …
Hi! jack this!! (2013)
someothertomorrow: I’ve been stumbling Over words Like water Over pebbles Since I was sixteen. sixteen’s awfully late in the game– –to up and decide to start speakin’ I ain’t layin’ judgment, (‘cept I am)I been makin’ water-spout sentences long, long, …
Hey, Hollywood (2013)
Stop telling me damn love stories,Where I need someone else to fix me. What kind of fucking moral is that?
“Hey, About Last Night … “ (2013)
Hey,Do you remember that time when I got blackout-drunk and wrote poem after poem about just wanting to touch you, about fucking you, about how much I enjoy that you even exist for me to desire on the whole spectrum of like-to-lust-to-love? Me either,But I’ve got a hangover,And a notebook full of desire. Not that …
