I was going to be good today,sit down and write a short story,could make as much as 300 bucks off it. still tryin’, least at the back of the mind. but it’s all too much of a swell,toomuchswimminroundinsideallthisbigemptyspaceIkeepcallinamind. I wishthat astormwouldwashallthisaway,cleanse me with its many waters I wishthat somegod, someone wouldset allthose thingsright.that the …
Post Type Archives: Poems
A Song of Sarah (2014)
they’d always called her a wishy-wash, they had,but it wasn’t, it wasn’t her fault,just had this gut-wrench, foot-high-float sort of feel to her,and she walked like she was afraid of flyin’ from the earth, delicate, slow.but what they liked most about her was how soft-spoken she was,how she ain’t ever been much for …
A Whiskey and a Pack to Tell You. (2014)
Hell, I don’t even know how this came up, but: “I’m not worried about it, you’ve made it abundantly clear– –how much you don’t like me like that. I’m more than capable of taking a hint.“ “No, I never said that.” “Yeah, she never said that, keep at …
A Small Truth (2013)
Hey you,I love you,You probably don’t believe that,But I do.You’re pretty damn awesome.You should tell me about it.
A Short Poem on my Sobriety (2013)
It’s hard to tell when you’re drunk,But only because I always am. Does that make me a binge drinker? Does that make me a bad person? Is that the line between good and evil? Do you think less of me,Knowing I run to the bottle,Because I can’t stand looking at me,Knowing the things I’ve lost,Or …
A Resurgence of Poetical Facts! (2014)
fact one: a poet can be prolific without achieving mastery, but I’ve never seen a master poet who wasn’t prolific. fact two: maybe, maybe it’s the concussion I got,but this ear-rung pain’s got me thinkin’,‘bout what i ain’t got.‘n maybe, maybe it’s the passin’ stories ’til one in the mornin’,maybe, maybe it’s the rememberin’ that …
A Quickie in the Name of Truth (2013)
You don’t say shit,But apparently you love my poetry,And I want to fuck you,Just because I don’t know how else to express,How much I love that you love me,How much I love that you don’t know how to say it. It’s not that my dick is more expressive than my mouth,It’s just more immediate,And true.
A Poem on Why I Love Your Footsteps (2013)
You realize,That in your footsteps,You tell more stories,Than any poem,Or fiction,I’ll ever write.Life is the thing that drives you forward,And I’m just trying to capture that,You, you are it.
A Poem From the End of the World (2013)
If only it were that easy,You’ll go on.
A poem for the unexpected. (2013)
I love you,And I barely know you,That doesn’t bode well for me.All I know is that you’ve got aspects of you,That I wish I had. You’re a giant of a man,Even if you don’t see it.
