Wood hands and gravel voice, how I see myself,but it ain’t the truth of them. I got this vision,Husky and me in chest deep snow,me and candle-light and this house I built, but it ain’t, it ain’t… and I get these pictures in my email, and they ain’t …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Hello Darlin, (2015)
intemperatetouch: We’ve been talking On lines that occasionally crackle And lag Dragging that southern drawl you swear you pocketed Along with a few other knick knacks your fingers have buffed down to worn Out and along so that I ache to hear The names of places said over and over Chicago Has never been more …
Harper (2013)
This is a belated birthday present,and it likely isn’t any good as such.One more year, one more year. wind turbines dot California hills,and most days they spin slowly, massive and quiet.Thick fog rolls in and they’re lost,save the slow flick of the blades out of the mist and into view,some useless giant trying to slice …
Hands (2013)
It’s been years since my hands’ve been this soft,makes the contrast between the skin ‘n the scars easier to read. Don’t have much in the way of knuckle scarrin’,angry as I get, ain’t ever been much of a fighter,not sure where I get ’em,but they coat the outside of my hands,‘n remind me how much …
Half-Truths, Love Songs, and Tommygun Tunes (2014)
Dear you that I do not, may not ever, have not known,I love you.That that isn’t some facitious facsimile about peace and world love,my love is sloshing over in this tumbler as I animatedly swing my arms to illustrate my drunken stories,my love is the condensation on concrete basement walls in old night whispering homes,my …
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*had* a love of my life (2013)
in highschool, I had a love of my life. she was a poet, an artist, a gaea soaked athena, and she walked everywhere in sunlight. we fought like sea gales, and fucked like hurricanes, like summer days, like winter, …
Guitar Solo (2015)
there’s a guitar solo at the end of Trailer Trash by Modest Mouse. ‘n it ain’t quite a solo,’cause the other’s don’t cut out,but the singer stops,‘n the guitar takes his place. found more of myself in those chords,than I ever found strewn in other people. but fuck if it ain’t hard to remember.
Granite Altars to Imagined Gods (2013)
it’s you and me, and the woman we love,standing on granite altars,huddling in the cold around the fire,one more star without a constellation. bottle of cheap whiskey,back and forth,back and forth.you and her.it’s not much,but something in the back of you knows:this is as close to loving as you’ll come tonight. it’s easy to look …
Grizzlies in the Wild Have Nothing to do With Zoo Exhibits. (2013)
Where anthologies have margins,Spaces often devoid of artist input,Chapbooks have nothing but key strokes,And spilled pools of thoughts. They don’t teach from chapbooks,Maybe it’s the stink of cigarette smoke on them,The panic attacks interwoven with the fibers of the paper.Chapbooks are dirty and homeless,Best clean them up to use them for instruction.Put them in a …
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Grain Elevators (2013)
We’ve got hundred-proof blood, you and me,Ain’t nothin’ gonna dilute us. Hundred-proof, fire-breathing, Growing up, driving through Kansas,don’t see a lot of sky-line,But they got these grain-elevators.Ten-story concrete cylinders,and on dry days when the chaff is thick,takes just a single spark to send the whole thing up in smoke,concrete takes a lot of pressure to …
