“It ain’t moonlight kid.”Tom drug me through the muck ‘n mire of the Mississippi. Water soured as we wandered into the Arkansas Delta; old bones ‘n guilt clutchin’.As it occured to me that I was drowning, flashes of history began to ooze up from the river-rocks. A first …
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Untitled #558 (2014)
I looked out and the stars were beautiful.All fizzled-pop and lightning shot,blazing in that lightspeed inky, inky black. I watch as the wormhole slowly pulls the ship to infinity, atom’s unable to cope, no matter the bonds. I can …
Untitled #545 (2014)
“Tom, where are ya Tom? I just had this thought. You know what shows like House seemed to always get wrong? The family. Whenever they talk to the family, it’s only ever just one or two people. I know it ain’t always like this, but I remember when my grandfather was in the hospital all …
Untitled #120 (2015)
autumn colors between linesas great oaken boughs rustle in wayward wind. Jesus is giving that look,all that “not this again”.Moses keeps on driving,those mile marker chugs of wear old roads,tires grinding along asphalt,and damn can Dodge do the runnin’ right. Don’t, don’t look at the fading light.It’s not so bad if you don’t look,you don’t …
Tom’s Limerick (2014)
Tom’s got lead bones,called his doctor’s phone,said, “doc I got this sinking feeling,hell, you could say whole world’s reeling.”Doc said, “Don’t you moan.”
The Prayer; The Foil; (2014)
i, America, do not exist,for if i die before I wake,i pray for you, my soul to take. i am not the voice of my generation, or my country or my race or my class. i am a blade of grass stretched tight and …
The Push (2014)
“I think I regret sharin’ that with you. Don’t know how to handle it.”“You know, they rate bridges on a hundred point scale,and you know how many points the Centennial got?”“No.”“Less than four.”“Shit.”“Walk the bridge on a rainy day, and the wind chills as the water sprays, and the bridge bends and creaks in …
The Fade (2014)
Long fade, lights down. I don’t believe we’ve met, moonlight. The sun’s told me lots about you. mostly that you’re a theif, always …
Sleep Imbibed. (2014)
Yeah, ‘n he’s finally sleepin’.‘Bout time, ’bout time. been ridin’ that high like some prize, prize mare. but that’s the way, that’s the way of it.Kid like that, ain’t much more than wishful thinkin’. damned rain keeps comin’, it all just keeps comin’. …
Sleep Deprived. (2014)
Gasoline and cut grass,dirt under fingernails,bearing grease wiped on pants, You know, in middle school I thought about being called Tom. It was this whole self-identity thing, …
