Watterson’s Calvin and Hobbes held my hand,before I understood the understanding of philosophy,before I learned to not piss my bed. Anthony’s Xanth was my first introduction to the “adult” world,when teachers read us Charlettes Web (beautiful) and Sounder (depressing)when I’d never escaped into a world before. The Eddings’ Pawns of Prophecy is still read to …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Floodwaters (2013)
Years back, years ‘n years back,–we watched thunder storms on the porch, sky green Kansas plains thunderstorms, freight-train winds ‘n billowin’ wall clouds grand-parent tales of the great flood of ’51, water risin’.–mist blowin’ through the screens, smell, the smell of rain.water risin’. writh-wrigglin’ through a chained up fence,pushin’ up on the other side of …
“fist-i-cuffs” (2013)
I knew a guy,he called ‘em “fist-i-cuffs”,walkin’ around shadow-boxin’ dynamite.It’s a special kind of someone,that walks to an edge,and tries to fight it. Hell, what do I know about fights anyway,the one I was in, kid gave me a black eye,and a bunch of older kids held him down so I could punch back–I walked …
First-salvo-blast (2013)
you?you’ve got slave-fingers,tip-tappin’ away,just a voice,you say,just a voice behind a keyboard. sometimes you read to me,poetry read aloud, breathless and sloppy.you keep the beat to your footsteps,goin’ on ‘n on ’bout your misteps. I got rage,‘n I got fire,but you, you’ve got this dehydrated desire. distractions?distractions are pop-guns ‘n fire crackers,you?you’ve got atom bombs …
Ferguson (2014)
I want to write beautiful words about this,so that everyone knows about this,but maybe I ain’t skilled enough for this,or maybe there’s nothin’ beautiful about this. either way, I ain’t stoppin’ with this. ‘n maybe my words ain’t right for this,but it don’t mean we can’t talk about this,dear god, talk about this,don’t forget this.
Fancy a dance in these fancy pants with little to no resale value? (2014)
there is nothing like the pre-dawn quiet, when you can hear the approaching winter. and the pictures I finally looked at,but another’s muse holds no sway,‘n that’s not to say that my muse will stay,from day to dream-drunk day.Today, …
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fireworks (2014)
I’m gettin’ this rage-thumpin’ beatin’ in my fingertips, my heart’s doin’ it’s best to beat down the walls of me.tread real careful, and you might hear the thunder. this ain’t a warnin’ ‘cause you won’t take it. rain-drops splatterin’, lightnin’ …
Fallopian (2014)
Warble.
Faith Ragged Hymn (2013)
saw Jesus yesterday,took a few tokes ‘n had some jokes,told me he was doin’ fine,‘n I told him me ‘n mine. in order to make up a college term paper, I read The Children of Abraham in two four hour sittings. F. E. Peters droned dregs of knowledge in my ears, while I tossed …
Excerpt from Let’s Get Drunk And Yell This Out: “A Messiah Turns to the Sky, Only to See the Clouds” (2013)
Hey, my book comes out on Friday. The Barnes and Nobel edition might be a little late to the party considering how long the vendor account review process is taking, but I’ve already got the Amazon and the Tumblr editions ready and lusting for your attention. So much so that a few poems have gotten loose …
